Tarnak, Blacksmith's page

*starts fiddlin with his flint and steel, unaware that he's standing next to Merlin's cart.*

"Hah. Chin up lads. We'll make short work of this foul behemoth. Just try not to trip on yer own feet, and we'll all make it home for dinner.
...or make an ogre's dinner in his very own home.

Hah! But don't you worry about that, my good Winston!" He shoves his nervous looking guard ahead of him.

"Come! Let us show this dumb beast who he's messed with!"