What in Harlaus’ butter did you just ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ say about me you little Rhodok? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Praven lancing academy. I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Rhodok lands and I have 300 confirmed lance kills. I am trained in riding and I am the top couched lancer in the king’s retinue. You are nothing to me but just another peasant. I will permeate you with such force the likes of which has never been seen before in Calradia, mark my ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ fiefs. You think you can get away with writing ♥♥♥♥ like that on the letter? Think again, Rhodok. As we speak, I am contacting my secret order of knights across Calradia and your fiefs are being scouted right now so you better prepare for the storm, peasant. The storm that will wipe out your pathetic little thing you call your castle. You are ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ dead, mountain camper. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my horse. Not only am I extensively trained in mounted combat, but I have access to the entire Swadian armory and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of Calradia, you vile beggar. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ pen. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ manhunter.

What in Harlaus’ butter did you just fucking say about me you little Rhodok? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Praven lancing academy. I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Rhodok lands and I have 300 confirmed lance kills. I am trained in riding and I am the top couched lancer in the king’s retinue. You are nothing to me but just another peasant. I will permeate you with such force the likes of which has never been seen before in Calradia, mark my fucking fiefs. You think you can get away with writing shit like that on the letter? Think again, Rhodok. As we speak, I am contacting my secret order of knights across Calradia and your fiefs are being scouted right now so you better prepare for the storm, peasant. The storm that will wipe out your pathetic little thing you call your castle. You are fucking dead, mountain camper. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my horse. Not only am I extensively trained in mounted combat, but I have access to the entire Swadian armory and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of Calradia, you vile beggar. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking pen. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn manhunter.