"I took some Poetry Recitation to the Death classes in Valhalla," Magnus tells Gu Xiang. He tries to remember a snippet that might interest her. "'Dew of corpses flowed over the, um, beach? together with the blood of the attack-elf to the ground, where there were piles of hewn arms and legs. The ale-dispenser fell head-first into a well mixed with blood; the battle is painted on the leaf of the trees of the lands of the sea-king.'"

He's pretty sure he got some words wrong, but the gist is there, at least.