Asterix smiles. "As we always say... the only thing better than a good fight is a good feast. And in Albanian, that's called gosti !"

Dogmatix barks twice.

The man wakes up. "Më falni," he whispers. "Unë jam Gjergj. Romakët po na pushtojnë... ata kanë një armë sekrete."

Getafix the druid examines him. "He comes from a land far to the south-east, beyond Rome itself. A land of rugged mountains, eagles, and ancient hospitality."

"No, but we have fli (traditional bread) and raki ," says Gjergj.

Obelix, eating a wild boar, looks at Gjergj's hat. "I like his hat. Can I have one? And does his land have big menhirs?"

"Dhe Romakët nuk u kthyen më në male... sepse malësorët i kishin bojë më të fortë se magjia." (And the Romans never returned to the mountains... because the highlanders were tougher than magic.)

"In our land," says Gjergj, "we have a code: Besa . Word of honor. You helped me. Now hundreds help you."

Here’s a short, original story based on your request: . Title: Asterix dhe Obelix – Misioni në Shqipëri

Gjergj raises a glass. "Faleminderit, miqtë e Gaulisë!" (Thank you, friends of Gaul!)

The Illyrian princes are freed. Caesar, watching from a hill, sighs. "I hate those Gauls. And now I hate those mountain people too. They're even more stubborn!"

(Subtitles in Shqip appear on screen for the Gauls—and for you!)

"Give up, Gauls!" shouts the Roman centurion, "or the Illyrian princes die!"

The year is 50 BC. The little Gaulish village is, as usual, holding firm against the Romans. But today, something strange has happened. A small, leather boat has washed up on the beach near the village. Inside lies a wounded man wearing an unusual felt cap (a plis ) and carrying a double-headed eagle emblem.