At a glance, you seem so calm, so collected. The cheese you provide is delicious and very much respected. Inn and tavern, keep and castle, oh little echatere, Hidden away from king and country, life can be unfair. Room for another loaded pack upon your woolly back? Secret knowledge, will you share what we all lack? Words can't convey how we love you, little echatere. Orcs know it's more than the mammoth or the hare. Don't worry, we won't embarrass you any further. Smell the love of one last hug for all you nurture.