The battle comes.

It was quite a party. I didn't think
I'd drunk that much but I seem to
remember I woke up in a pig-sty. I was
just in the process of removing a gently
snoring porker from my chest when
one of my men ran over. Tragedy had
struck yet again. One of Hrothgar's
most loyal and trusted warriors, a man
called Aeschere, had been dragged
from his bed and murdered in the
night. Men spoke of seeing a beast of
great evil, greater even than Grendel
a Bride of Hell. Grendel's Mother. She
had been followed up to the haunted
lake where her hideous son had
plunged with his dying breath. I knew
that I must follow her. I had to rid the
world of this foul family. Just then
someone tapped me on the shoulder.
It was that mocking fool Unferth.
But now he spoke to me humbly.