"Don't just hear me, listen to me! Understand my words, my plight, the light… Do you hear me pleading? Evil is nearing close! The sound of the trot is growing louder, coming up to your doorstep!"
"Aaaah!"
"Aah!"
"Will you shut the hell up?! I am right in front of you!"
Quideos Audit stopped yelling at the wall and turned to his interlocutor, the king of Starkefolten, Fioldron Ferrcrona, donning the iron crown and a suit of armour as his royal garments, decorated with countless lustrous metal, he was so shiny, that he was pretty much a mirror with legs at this point.
At this moment, the dignified ruler of the powerful nation was tempted to wrap his hands around a certain prophet's neck, using a sheathed sword as a sceptre, he sighed to evacuate his violent intents.
