Raid Infront the hall, aiming for the upper side Reach inside a vault, collecting some of common wine Fear is not the end, I will let you come unharmed Begging for a thrill, that might lose you some of heart Find a way to come, calling in a massive squire Reach into a field, where arrows blocking your way Fist and Ghoul are fine, they will not be left behind Finally it seems, you will meet your grisly end Trembles on your own Raise the rage apart, wait it till it's over