Thonnas said:repair
"Wheels, gears, axles, grease, lumber, canvas, spare cannon, rope, bindings. . . are these copper? Who uses copper bindings anymore? We can't use copper binding on the war ships. They might work for the merchants but they just won't do for us. Take them back to the smith and get some iron ones. . . and hurry up, the first ships will leaving soon and you know how obnoxious the dock master gets when they're rushed."
Just a nitpick, but iron wasn't in favor for use on ships in the medieval times because the salt water spray and sea air rusted it very very quickly. Bronze was preferred because (while it also tarnished very quickly), tarnished bronze is much more useful than rusted iron. Even cannon tended to be made out of bronze until the advent of higher quality steel. Also, I think only the dwarves have cannon in FFH.
Aside from that, a couple more entries:
TXT_KEY_SPELL_SUMMON_WRAITH:
The lingering darkness that chews away at a man's very soul; the unseen echoes of long-distant cries in the night; the murderous malice of timeless death... Wraiths are ephemeral creatures wrought of the fears and hatreds of Mankind. Only the truly skilled Necromancer can give them form, and only the truly foolish have the will to do so.
TXT_KEY_SPELL_SUMMON_TIGER: (2 versions... I couldn't help but suggest the first, given that the author shares my name

Tyger! Tyger! Burning bright
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
- "The Tyger" by William Blake, in the collection Songs of Experience
Alternately...
Our camp was in ruins before we had even registered the loud, coughing snarl that preceded the attack. A giant tiger - easily six feet long, it was! - leapt out of the brush and was upon us in the blink of an eye. It tore our pack beasts to shreds and the only thing that saved us was my poor old horse Mortimer kicking the beast's head before it savaged him. Slowed it down enough for us to kill it with spears and arrows, old Mortimer did. That's why I'll never trade through those Llosalfar forests, boy. Too damned wild, and the damned Elves like it that way!
TXT_KEY_SPELL_BREATHE_FIRE:
You could see the devestation of Abashi's wrath for leagues in any direction. The great Black Dragon had burned every inch of farmland and forest surrounding the town, then gone back and razed the land again and again until the very soil turned to glass. Abashi left the town itself alone. He had no need to fight the inhabitants, for his vengeance had already sealed their fate. To this day nothing grows in the Fields of Ashen Glass.