- "(...) The Southron warrior, now hale and strong of sinew, speaks the Common Speech in a strange, choppy accent "I am called Hircánus. I am a mighty warrior of the Harwan, and I have fought bravely in many battles. No man may call me coward, for I glory in the conquest of the strong and condemn the weak. " His boastful tone changes. "To aid the rise of the Powerful One, we have marched long and fought hard, and more battles are yet to come, I have heard. But my spirit gnaws me like the jackal. Our commanders are strong, but they are not great They told me we fight for gold and glory, but that is wrong. They give no gold, and of glory --" He pauses and shivers. "I have seen such things -- I will not speak of them. "So I, Hircánus, who have never fled the mightiest foes, now have crept away like the snake from my brothers. My thoughts, they pierce me like the Gray Brother's tusk. Yet I have no fear. I will go home to seek gold, and the glory that is truly glory. "I have seen in these cold lands many dangers. I would be glad of companions on the road, and the strength of Hircánus would serve you well. Shall we journey together?"
Hircánus (Har."Spying wolf") was a man of Haradwaith who had come to Ithilien with a large troop of his fellow tribesmen.However he soon came to be desillusioned and disgusted by the terrors he saw his kinsmen commit and chose to desert his company, however he eventually fell sick, having tried to survive in the wilderness from local plants , unknowing that Orcs had begun to poison the local soil, in the end he was left in the wilderness, dying, hoping to be found either by enemy or friend.