""I am delirious from a hard day's travel, and the thought that I, a Cimmerian born born in battle under the indifferent eyes of Crom, who mocks the Northern tribes as they wage war among themselves, I, who am a creature of rolling hills and mountains, could be your neighbor, here, in this swamp --" Conan paused and took in the withered creature before him, and for a moment his face was solemn."