-Oh, Lorna Shine? Yeah... I met her once, yeah. The commoner drank his beer in single gulp, looking almost down. His usual happy-go-lucky attitude disappeared in a second, showing concern and shame.
-Yeah... You hear the stories about her fair skin and hair red as a fox under the sun... Blah, blah, blah! All those corny songs made by some idiot bard... No, I tell you, man, that lass is trouble. Her skin is fair, yeah, but made of steel and believe me, her hair is indeed red, but with blood... Not hers by the way... The drunkard looked suddenly tired and weary and his face livid pale.
-I tell you, man. Those eyes... You almost see how they can cut the darkness just with her very own gaze... I just... got lucky to live to tell the tale."