The misunderstanding in Winterfell was perpetuating. After Onionhead made his announcements, the Dungeon Lords and nobles commenced their dancing.
"Aiya, your beard looks very nicely groomed."
"Yes, I groomed it according to a particular creature. Isn't it nice?"
"I heard your Stitches stitched on two goat's horns? Was the power increased dramatically?"
"It's good. He's able to walk on all fours and use the horns to attack. It's like installing a killing weapon."
"I heard your Dungeon had some scandals. Your Gnome guard seduced the wife of the Stone Golem Blacksmith and eloped."
"Hehe."
Similar conversations could be heard everywhere.
The most popular creature was a tall superior Devil called Baron Andrew.
"Baron Andrew! It has been a long time since we last met."
