Some time later, after the village outside Napoli has been reduced to smoking rubble, and all the villagers have either fled, been slain, or taken captive and bound hand and foot....
In Orcish: The fire-dragon will roast the lot of us for his breakfast if we don't shape up, boys! .... Your performance out there was bloody awful! Half of ye burnt yourselves already with the bloody torches, and the other half is nearly dead from drinking too much of the pink-skins' bloody wine! .... And Luthgor, what the bloody Hell was that business with the pigs? Can't ye wait till we've done killin' everyone and have slaughtered and cooked the bloody pigs before ye start gorging your fat, ugly face!?
Luthgor looks down sadly, and spits out the raw pig haunch he had in his jaws....
We must shape up, or be burnt up, I'll garauntee ye that! ....So NO MORE STUPID SHIT!! Got it!?