You smell like Gondor. I ought to gut you where you stand.
You're no better than those Andúnië cowards.
Think you can walk Umbar’s streets, #? You’ll leave in pieces.
I’ll carve your name into my blade… just before I break it in your spine.
The sea rejects your kind, and so do I.
You ain't leaving these lands alive, #.
Another Adûnâim fool come to die?
You wear their colours? Then you die with them.
Your precious White Tree will burn like the rest of your past.
You’re in Umbar waters now, whelp. Best start swimming—if you still can.
Come closer, #. I’ll make it quick. Or maybe not.
We'll take your gold, your blood, and your name—then toss your bones to the sand.
You’ll beg for the lash by the time I’m done.
I’ve killed better men than you before breakfast.
Go back to your crumbling tower, rat.
We’re the true blood of Númenor, not you pale little ghosts.
Death comes fast in Umbar, #. Yours is overdue.
You should’ve stayed north of Tolfalas, fool.
I’ll wear your skull as a trophy and your pride as a joke.
The Black Havens spit on you, #!