Sir Saxe, Cavalier of Thakriato Everyone

Parrius and Mercinae, you are a pathetic joke. Cinaed cowers away from me, a young cavalier. Cymric dies faster than he could realise what's happened. Cinaed curses me with Aldaron's disfavour. My skills are not what they should be, but I battle on. Cymrics calls on his Parrian lackeys, Gandalf and Heidi. Both of whom fall to my blades. Not content with this sound trashing, they call on Bedivere. Catt in his ultimate cowardice decides that he might have a chance against me, and attacks from behind Heidi's skirts. Guido of course is also quite desperate.

All I have to say is that yes, against such odds, I will not fight. It is nice to see the truth behind Parrius though, that it is nothing but Mercinae's lapdog. As for Cinaed, well, your cowardice brings a warm glow to my heart. I hope those highpries t chambers are comfortable, I'll do my best to keep you in there as often as possible.