I've decided how to answer the Guard who keeps sending me terrible poetry, but I will need your help. Would you go and collect five gut-filled thoraxes from the armored sand flies. Then take them to him with this scroll and have him read my reply. I thank you for aiding me with this guard. When it comes to this suitor I'd rather face a ravenous gornt any day of the week! * * Khalarant Guard Hlin speaking: Ah! So you have my reply do you? Five thoraxes seems like a strange answer but perhaps when I read the accomanying poem... * * Khalarant Guard Hlin speaking: