Hwaet! You are Beowulf, battle your wifman.
You have heard a doom, a deadly calling
from over the sea: out sinking hells
creeps a grisly foe, Grendel Cainson,
into Hrothgar's hall, Heorot they name it.
But the king weakens. Weary with years,
he cannot lift sword to slaughter the demon.
He will give rings and golden armbands
to whoever can help. Who better than you?

After a long journey over lashing waves,
you have come to Denmark. The Danes have heard
of your arrival by sea and set the table
for the foreign fighter. Fine horns
of mead are filled for the men you brought.
But as for you, all eye you eagerly,
hoping to hear some battle-boast
or ready word to your royal host.

>>Introduce yourself with pride, emphasizing your ability to solve the Grendel problem
>>Introduce yourself with deference to Hrothgar, walking on eggshells about his inability to solve this himself
>>Do not speak, assuming they know why you're here and no words need be said about it