The man you see here is not Julius Euclius, the knight, but a simple wanderer called Juli.

He's a vagrant I met this morning.

You wanderer!

I mean no offense. I am but a humble farmer, not a great wanderer, like you.

I mean no offense. I am but a humble farmer. Not a... a great wanderer, like you.

There once was a stranger, with eyes full of danger, he spoke not a word, but his meaning was heard... Sing on, sweet Lurbuk, sing on!

Vagabond.

Behave, vagrant.

Hey, look at that tramp.

Drop the damn drifter, oi?!

Another drifter in from Temeria.