Knights of Tezoth

Today, a greater number of people gathered in the working office of Lord Silverdan than could comfortably fit there at once.

- What, seriously?.. I can tell from your faces that you're serious. Holy sh*t. The southern idiots are picking fights, and instead of shrugging, sighing, and rolling our eyes, we're also tearing off our shirts and running into the brawl.

- You walk around half-naked all the time anyway, Yota.
- Ever heard of metaphors, no? Anyway, can we do all this without me, please? I f***ing hate this s**t.
- Do you really not care about Cortina's fate?
- Honestly, I don't give a d*mn. Cortina, Silverdan, Tezoth, I don't give a f**k. Life isn't limited to dashes and colors on a map.

- You fool! - The old man tried to smack his son on the back of the head, but he dodged nimbly. - Do as the Brother commands, or else...
- Or else what?
- I won't give you any more gold, and you'll have to go get a job.
- ... That would actually be a problem. F*ck...
- That's better.

- Hehehe, you two are as close as ever, it's nice to see.

- Milady, you call THAT closeness?...

Lord Silverdan himself was busy discussing the plan of further action with his two strategists...