As if I should care what you want or do not want? Until you played the whore to Smudan, I refrained from insulting you. You saw fit to summon Smudan into your precious stable (nice place for you, by the way, with the rest of the breeding mares and other assorted barnyard animals.) and held Narl dazzled while Smudan bonded him.

So yes, India, you _ARE_ a whore. Perhaps not for money, or for sexual favors, but for something more ephemeral. I do not care what you desire, or what you want. My only desire is to kill you as many times as is humanly possible before I finally allow you to take your ride on the ship.

Smudan. No hole is deep enough. Run, little rabbit. Run and hide.

Meerkat

Written by my hand on the 30th of Leaflost, in the year 1167.