His riposte was promptly ignored by Vol, as he freed his axe from his belt. "What do you want?" He said, a hint of impatience. "You've made a threat, but you've done no more. Even the gulls can make threats with their caws, but no one in their right mind pays them any attention."
"Hohh…." The man said, reevaluating something. "I was taken to believe that you were a bumpkin. I thought that my manner of speech might be lost on you – but for a bumpkin, that is almost poetic. HOWEVER! Given that it is a denigration against a person of particular nobility – that is I – I shall not take it lying down. A threat? No! A promise! Your days of swaggering are numbered, and it is my pleasure to present to you the reason why. MY MEN, ATTACK!" The messenger cried, pointing a gloved finger at them with a particular flourish.
