You rule this place and I'm a hurrok. I'll consent to that when I'm swinging from Executioners Hill for killing kittens. [IE, NEVAR.] I'd sooner kiss the tail of the king's horse than bow and scrape to some scrap of a lad who's never given me reason to think him more than a Player's jester.



[[A hurrok, in her world, is an immortal creature that's something like a pegasus, with bat wings, claws instead of hooves and a predator's forward-facing eyes and sharp teeth. |D;; ]]