Through the threshold. They plan to burn our castle! The only thing left would be embers!
Sir, our castle is infested with enemies!
Look! A crockery of sincere gold!
Quick, get a few soldiers to pry into this. Try to keep the treasure in pursuit of the mantle.
When would this skirmish end? When can we recuperate from being in destitute? When would my gnarled soldiers will no longer be famished? I hope that one day we will relent, and everything would be placid as we look into the horizon and-
You've been standing there for a long time. We've won against those slovenly soldiers!