- Eivor: Silver comes and silver goes, but the fame of the great endures.
- Berk the Bard: Both wise and generous! Truly you are history's mightiest champion. Now, hold tight while my muse inspires me.
He began singing.
- Berk the Bard: From beyond the whale-roads, from history unknown,
did the Norse take a stand, and now all must atone.
Now comes Eivor of the Ravens, with the sun for eyes,
trailing a river of blood, enough to paint the skies!
Succumb to your fate with a kiss, a blade to your throat, the wolf's fangs to your shins.
For the one blessing and the one curse, is to meet the Wolf-Kissed! - Eivor: Your kennings are weak. However, you make up for it with your clever tongue.
- Berk the Bard: 'Tis the tale of a bard such as I! We give and give and get nothing back. So it goes. Farewell, generous champion!

