Friends! Countrymen! Indentured slaves!
Contrary to
popular belief, I AM the king around here. Yes, I may be more concerned with cutting up potential in-laws and serving them up as dinner instead of actual ruling but I assure this is just a momentary lapse and NOT because I've caught on that you all seem to do the job on your own once Erkenbrand goes through your population like a hot knife through butter.
Where was I?
Ah yes.
Secondly! My daughter informs me she doesn't want to run the risk of whatever I serve her next containing the tuberat that walks like a man gondorian. Whether or not this means me and Eight will be having supper alone or she meant for me to stop, I'm not sure.
I'm trying to convince Hild the only way to deal with her son's fiancee is to tear her throat out with her teeth and roar in victory, as is proper in the animal kingdom. I think Hild's started ignoring me now.