"Those fat bastards aren't scary, but when you are in your undergarments and the whole forest is blazing around your encampment, then you have a reason to be scared. I don't care what they call them, don't even deserve a name them bastards, ruined many a few skirmishes down south, makes me almost wonder if they are working for the enemy, them inbreeds dabbling with their dark magics and whatnot. What happened to fighting with steel against steel, eh? just give me one to fight against one on one and I'd show these yellowbellies you call warriors who to be more afraid of, me or those things."

- General Ravenors diary, found from a burned down encampment.