Rosalia looks in disbelief as the others move on, leaving Scrag on his own after promising him cleansening fire. She ponders that for a moment, both hands on her hips, then walks to the troll. "Err, ahum.. my.. hum.. my dear Scrag.. hum.. you have been wounded.. by these creatures that seem to have been infected.. like they are diseased.. you know disease.. like the Ogre we kil.. met earlier on..
Well, so you see, if we don't do anything.. you will end up being like the Ogre.. diseased.. and we don't want that really, do we??
sooo, Jakobee believes the only way to cure the disease is fire.. yes fire.. yes it hurts.. but.. you're a big boy aren't??
Would you... would you be happy for us to err burn you.. eh? I mean it's for your own good.. we're friends.. what do you say??"