He of Foul Breath, Halitrollsis

Once again, the Lordly sun Helios has returned to the Northern Lands. As much as we sought his deliverance from the Frost Giant, he has wrapped us in his damp robes of heat and is mercilessly beating the land with his flaming sword. We wander about like dogs in a parched land, panting. If this was not enough, he of foul breath, Halitrollsis, has made the work in the Slave Pits even more unbearable. He banters with the wicked tongue of the evil one, and tries to make a man of himself from the scraps he cuts from others. But fear not, this only makes me cling to the words of the Ancient One more.