(..) I've been his apprentice since I was little. Well, littler. Move to the lower defenses. We'll counterattack with the catapults. Hurry! See? Old village, lots and lots of new houses. Fire! Let's go! That's Fishlegs, Snotlout, the twins: Ruffnut and Tuffnut... (..)

(..) It's twelve days north of hopeless and a few degrees south of freezing to death. It's located solidly on the meridian of misery. My village. In a word, sturdy. It's been here for seven generations, but every single building is new. We have fishing, hunting and a charming view of the sunsets. (..)