Grog: You know what I remember? I remember a herd that nations used to part for, I remember a herd that towns used to quake and run from, I remember a herd that was so proud and dangerous they would never hole up in a shit-stick city like this. But what do I see when I come here? Kevdak prancing up in a place like this and what, bending the knee to a dragon? How far you have fallen.

Grog, giving Pike his salt lick rock: Hey, hold this for me, alright?
Pike: Okay. Yeah
Grog: Just keep it safe, I don’t like getting blood on it
Pike: But listen, I can’t lose you twice in one day, okay?
Grog: Oh, no, I’m not going anywhere. We’re just going to meet some really bad folks and we’re gonna set ’em straight. Ok?
Pike: Go get ’em