To the north there lies a cave -- the cave of Kyre Banorg -- wherein, carved in mystic runes upon the very living rock, the last words of Ulfin Bedweer of Regett [boom] proclaim the last resting place of the most Holy Grail. When danger reared its ugly head, He bravely turned his tail and fled It's not the real Grail? Look, if he was dying, he wouldn't bother to carve 'aaggggh'. He'd just say it! No, it is far from-- No, not 'is' -- we couldn't get vary far in life not saying 'is'. Now, you're not allowed to come in here, and we're-ugh! Yes, this time and try any more or we fire arrows at the tops of your heads and make castanets out of your testicles already! Ha ha! Be quiet! I'm invincible!