“Oh, yes,” Wolf growls, “it’s the Ghaurog, all right.”

“I dreamt I dwelt in marble halls Before the glory of our realm had begun to slide”

“No, Sire. I went and got the soldier, and have returned.”

“Clever disguises? What’s this?”

“Remind me again why Neverune needs this particular King.”

“Your cruelty knows no bounds.”

“Spoken like a true king.”

“NOW who’s making with the compliments?”