His eyes slowly widened as Turey suddenly turned his head, opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but the words failed him.
"I don't understand what you're saying," Turey suddenly stated.
"Klamm, Boern, Porsen, Munsif...."
One name after another spilled from Marvin's lips, and with each name, Turey's heart trembled.
"They were the finest sailors of the Kingdom of Windsor," Marvin said solemnly, "Klamm was hit in the shoulder by a blow dart in the Fudo Kingdom. Who sucked the poison from his wound?"
"Boern... this poor young man, only 19, was supposed to return to The Kingdom to marry his fiancée. For that, you gave him an extra hundred Gold Pounds as a bonus."
"Porsen, he loved to crack deadpan jokes. In the naval battle, he was hit by a cannonball, torn in two on the spot, blood and flesh flying everywhere. Just last night, he was drinking merrily with us."
