"now now, what's this? looks like that old bastard Al Haurkh's supply line. Now why would he be so careless as to leave one of those laying around, especially out in the desert?" (presumably from his younger days, during a spate of skirmishes with a renegade minotaur raider, or something similar)
"Come in, my friend! have a seat. There is a time for standing in the cold, and a time for sharing stories over dates and milk. This is the latter!"