You walk into our city like you’ve earned your place. You haven’t, #.
We don't fight for just anyone. Prove you're not another fool from the North.
You think you can lead us? Hah. Win our steel first, not just our stares.
We’ve bled for Umbar. What have you done but walk in dry-footed?
Around here, trust is bought in blood, not words.
Gondor talks of honour. We talk of victory. Show us that you understand the difference.
You want to stand among us? Then start acting like one of us.
You’re not one of the true Adûnâim. Not yet.
Come back when your name stirs fear, not doubt.
We don't raise our blades for weak words and weaker hands.
Plunder, power, and loyalty. If you don’t bring at least two, you’ve brought nothing.
The captains of Umbar follow strength. So far, I see little.
The sea has no patience for the untested. Nor do we.
Our trust must be won. Preferably with fire and iron.
Perhaps in time, you'll prove you're more than another hopeful dog sniffing after glory.
Until then, don't expect our swords to follow your shadow.
The last one who thought he could order us bled on these docks.
We fight for our own. You're not one of our own — not yet.
If you want our loyalty, you’ll have to buy it with deeds, not pretty speeches.