I've been left in charge o' this 'ere warcamp, and I'll be blasted if I'll let those bloody brutes push us out of here. We need to take the fightin' to them if we're goin' to secure the camp.
I know where they're comin' from, and I know what's drivin' 'em. Down at the Ol' Stoneson Mine, there's a bunch of those infernal Drummers, whipping the slack-jawed oafs into a frenzy. Head down there and silence those Drummers! So long as I can hear those drums beatin', our camp is at risk!
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Well, what're you doin' here? I can still hear the beatin' of those accursed drums!
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Ah, the silence is a pleasure for these ol' ears. No more of that infernal drummin' means I can get down to the business o' securin' this camp and the pass.