Help Those That Cannot Help Themselves
They're majestic beasts, aren't they?
( Lathorius points towards the mammoths of the northern tundra ).
With each passing day their numbers diminish. Demons that call themselves hunters slay the beasts for sport and riches.
( Lathorius' face contorts with anger ).
It's the whimpers that drive me to madness,
Take this hammer and smash those traps. Free the calves!