o retreat', you say to yourself, encouraged by the turning of the tides. Now it is your chance to strike back at the enemy!
"Well, if this turns out to be the day I die then I shall gladly bleed to death on your very carpet Sire! Sword in hand, defending my divine right to my own opinion! Yes, I dare question a Lord who surrounds himself with Goblins! And with men who wear hats apparently made from Goblin skin which are known to shrink the brain to the size of a walnut!"