Twirls a lasso and fires off a shot from a six-shooter
Low-down skulkin' varmints! Ain't got any sense of decency to go 'n maul their hosts. Out on the trail, we'd show those no-accounts what was comin' to 'em.
Now, I know that you wolves were told to hush up, but I say you should just fess up now. Ya can't hide forever, and the marshall will be comin' before long.
I'm not a-trustin' that
Countess Folwren. Can't tell about those stoic mysterious types. And I'm agreein' with Farael 'bout that
Warg-Prince Eomer bein' one to watch. He's done twisted my head around worse than a tornado more than once before.