What in Harlaus name did you just fucking say about me, you little Nord? 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 Nordic land and I have over 300 confirmed feasts. I am trained in heavy cavalry warfare and am the top jouster in the king’s warband. You are nothing to me but just another bandit. I will murder you with chivalry the likes of which has never been seen before on Calradia, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying shit like that to me over the internet? Think again, Nord. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of Knights and Sharpshooters across Calradia and your fiefs are being scouted right now so you’d better prepare for the storm, barbarian. The storm that wipes out your pathetic little thing your call your heathen kingdom. You’re fucking dead, axe-licker. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over 700 hundred ways and that’s just with my horse. Not only am I extensively trained in buttered combat, but I have access to the entire Swadian armory and I will use it to it’s full extent to wipe your heathen arse off of Calradia, you little shit. 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 tongue, but you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn savage. I will shit butter all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, kiddo.