Blood in the Snow

I'm not looking forward to the Trade Chat immature linking this continually in combination with a particular word that makes grade school children giggle...

The first dwarven spy's comments echo the famous toast (seen on tea towels in every gift shop in Sco'land) offered by Robert Burns, the national poet:

Here's tae us
Wha's like us
Damn few,
And they're a' deid
Mair's the pity!

And yes, the attempt at a Sco''ish accent is pathe'ic.