Fable: I know she is of great interest to you my liege, but I worry that you are becoming far too reckless in your pursuit. 

Eilif: Please. As if Blaze Turq and his band of misfits could ever scare me. It matters little anyway. Besides… this isn’t really anyway.

Voices in the distance…

SHIT! Someone give me something for her to bite down on. 

Wait what the hell is going on?

Put the pillow under her head! HURRY, DAMNIT!