What in Grunwalder's name did you just ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ say about me, you little steppe bandit? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Jelkala Crossbow Academy, and have been involved in numerous secret raids on Khergit land and I have over 300 confirmed headshots. I am trained in siege warfare and I am the top sharphooter in the entire Rhodok army. You are nothing to me but just another ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥. I will murder you with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on Calradia, mark my ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ glaive. You think you can get away with saying ♥♥♥♥ like that to me over the world map? Think again, Khergit. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of Sharpshooters across Calradia and your fiefs are being scouted right now so you’d better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your harvesting season. You’re ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ dead, horse rider. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways and that’s just with my board shield. Not only am I extensively trained in pike combat, but I have access to the entire Rhodok armory and I will use it to it’s full extent to wipe your miserable arse off of Calradia, you little ♥♥♥♥. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “lordly” remark was about to bring down upon you. Maybe you would have held your ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ tongue, but you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you vile beggar. I will ♥♥♥♥ steel bolts all over you and you will drown in them. You're ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ dead, peasant.