What in Ragnar's name did you just ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ say about me, you little Swadian? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Sargoth War Academy, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Swadian lands, and I have over 300 torched fiefs. I am trained pillaging and I'm the top axe thrower in the king's shield wall. You are nothing to me but just another landless peasant. I will murder you with savagery the likes of which has never been seen in all of Calradia, mark my ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ runes. You think you can get away with saying that ♥♥♥♥ to me over your cups? Think again, Swadian. As we speak I am sending riders to my network of Huscarls and Veteran Archers across all of Calradia. Your fiefs are being scouted right now, so you better prepare for the storm, peasant. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little scrap of land you call your kingdom. Your're ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ dead, horse rider. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over 700 ways, and that's just with my braided beard. Not only am I extensively trained in close combat, but I have access to the entire Nord armory and I will use it to it's full extent to wipe your miserable ass off Calradia, you little ♥♥♥♥. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have stayed your ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're going to pay the price, you ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ horse rider. I will ♥♥♥♥ throwing axes all over you and you will drown in my arrows. You're ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ dead, Swadian.