Shel

Oh, thank you my chief!

My chief, Gharol threatens to have me work in the mines. You won't allow my pretty hands to dirty, will you?

I am Burguk's favored wife. He knows my beauty should be praised.

Arob and Gharol eye me with envy. They don't know how to please their chief.

Umurn and Nagrub will be held up as weak next to the son I will one day bear for my chief.