My dogs are desperate to meet you. I haven't fed them for seven days. They're ravenous. I wonder which parts they'll try first. Your eyes? Your balls?
You're the kennel master's daughter. Who are you going to marry, the stable keeper's son?
You suggested one-on-one combat, didn't you? I've reconsidered. I think that sounds like a wonderful idea
We've been flaying our enemies for 1000 years. The flayed man is on our banners