I don't recall seein' yer ugly mug around here before. Hm? Ye say that Heuloix sent ye!?
He said he was sendin' an adventurer, not some simperin' sea louse! Bah! If I'd known it was yer sorry hide I'd be dealin' with, I'd have spit on yer recommendation papers and tossed 'em into the briny deep! But─much to my chagrin─ye made it here in one piece.
So listen up! They call this place the Wolves' Den, but yer no wolf. No, yer the runt of the litter─a whimperin', droolin' pup who'd be lucky to suckle one drop from yer mum's teat before yer bigger siblin's grabbed ye by yer neck and tossed ye aside to starve like the wretch you are!
Stand up straight, maggot! This ain't no place for the faint of heart, and I give yer sorry arse till dawn before ye run home with yer tail between yer legs, cryin' for yer mum.
Yer beyond help, but because I'm feelin' so godsdamned generous, I'll give it to ye anyway! If ye've a mind to learn somethin', come back and I'll beat it into ye good and proper. And next time ye show yer ugly mug, I want to see fangs! Dismissed!