Oh my stars I'm so happy to see you! I am Alexander, also known as the Iron Fist. And as you can see, I'm stuck here. Please, can you help me out of this? Once again, the pleasure is mine. I am the warrior jar known as Alexander. Iron Fist Alexander, in fact. I journey to the east, where I intend to further my education in the ways of war. Beyond these lands lie the scarlet rot-blighted Caelid Wilds. Ah, yes, the mere thought of such a festival gets the blood pumping, eh! I am the warrior jar, Iron Fist Alexander. And according to my calculations, passing through this road should lead us to the Caelid Wilds. But however you slice it, it seems we've reached a dead end. Well, stranger things happen at sea, or so I'm told, but onward I shall go. I was heading to Redmane Castle on the southern edge of the scarlet rot-blighted Caelid Wilds. Where a festival is being held. Now, be sure to get a good vantage, my friend. I, Iron Fist Alexander, do hereby vow to unflinchingly brave this ordeal. Ah, if it isn't a Tarnished warrior. The pleasure is mine. Do you know for whom this festival is being held? Be sure to get a good vantage, my friend. A-ah, hello there. It was a battle marvellously fought. It was practically a god... Of course I count myself, the great Alexander, among the many. Which means, I've but one thing to ask of you. Would you kindly undertake my ordeal? Then let us begin! I am the great jar warrior, Iron Fist Alexander! Lend me strength, O warriors within! Let us become one champion, together! I doubt there's another soul out there who could've done the same. All vessels are destined to one day break. But the great Alexander lived as a warrior to his last! Ha ha ha ha! Good sir, I can't believe your heart was in it at all. Then there's nothing left to say, except... I am Iron Fist Alexander! The great jar warrior! A finer battle was never witnessed.

Say, coz. Have you met Uncle Alexander? He used to live here with us, but then he left, to be a champion. I asked to go with him, but he said "The path of champions must be trod alone". He's big and tough and strong! Uncle Alexander said he won't be back again. "My home is of the past. And the past, as they say, is a different country." I suppose that's part of being a warrior, isn't it. So...please don't tell anyone, coz, but... I'm actually a warrior jar as well! One day, I'll be just like Uncle Alexander. And I'll have to leave the village to become a champion. Uncle Alexander won't come back here again. "My home is of the past. Ah, hallo again. But you should be careful if you ever meet one of them, coz. I hope uncle Alexander beats them all up, first... Those awful poachers. I hope uncle Alexander beats them all up. Oh, hallo again, coz. I won't cry though... I'm a warrior jar. A warrior. "The tale of House Hoslow is told in blood." That's the kind of warrior I want to be one day, coz. That's the kind of warrior I want to be one day, coz. It's time for me to set out on a journey. As a warrior jar, upon the path of champions. Wow, coz, are these... Insides? From Uncle Alexander? ... Thank you, coz. I'm a warrior jar, so I need to be strong. I can really have them, right? I understand. I'm about to go on a journey. As a warrior jar, in search of glory. Jar-Bairn Oh, hallo again, coz. I'll begin my journey once I'm ready to go. As a warrior jar, in search of glory. I don't think I'll see you again, when I set out. Warriors are supposed to work alone. About the big, wide world... ... Uncle Alexander, look! It's me! I'm a warrior jar too! ... Stop, no... Please, no, don't break us... ...

Dis, l'ami. Tu connais mon oncle, Alexander ? À l'époque, y vivait ici, pis il est parti pour devenir un champion. Je voulais l'accompagner, mais y m'a dit : "la voie des champions doit s'emprunter seul". C'est le plus fort, le plus grand et le plus coriace ! Oncle Alexander a dit qu'y reviendrait plus ici. "Ma terre natale appartient au passé et comme on dit, le seul charme du passé, c'est qu'il est passé." "Ma terre natale appartient au passé et comme on dit, le seul charme du passé, c'est qu'il est passé." J'imagine que c'est parce que c'est un guerrier, hein ? Du coup… Ne le dis à personne, l'ami, mais… Moi aussi, je suis un guerrier-jarre ! Un jour, je serai comme oncle Alexander. Moi aussi, je suis un guerrier-jarre ! Un jour, je serai comme oncle Alexander. Et je quitterai le village pour devenir un champion. Oncle Alexander reviendra plus ici. "Ma terre natale appartient au passé et comme on dit, le seul charme du passé, c'est qu'il est passé." Oh, rebonjour. Mais je te conseille de faire gaffe si t'en croises un un jour, l'ami. J'espère qu'oncle Alexander aura le temps de tous les éliminer, d'ici là… Ces vilains braconniers. J'espère qu'oncle Alexander les éliminera tous. J'espère qu'oncle Alexander aura le temps de tous les éliminer, d'ici là… Oh, resalut, l'ami ! Mais… Je vais pas pleurer. Je suis un guerrier-jarre. Un vrai de vrai. Mais… Je vais pas pleurer. Je suis un guerrier-jarre. Un vrai de vrai. À en juger par le coup bien placé que vous m'avez assené dans le dos la dernière fois, je présume que vous savez également vous battre. "L'histoire de la maison Hoslow est écrite dans le sang." Un jour, je serai un guerrier comme ça, l'ami. Un jour, je serai un guerrier comme ça, l'ami. J'ai bien réfléchi. Il est temps pour moi de commencer mon voyage. En tant que guerrier-jarre, faut que j'emprunte la voie des champions. Oh, l'ami, c'est des… Celles d'oncle Alexander ? Merci, l'ami. Je suis un guerrier-jarre. Il faut que je sois fort. C'est vraiment pour moi ? "Je comprends." Je vais partir en voyage. En bon guerrier-jarre, je me couvrirai de gloire.