Dame Headwatch, besieging the castle of the Kingdom of Fools, smiles beneath her helmet as she speaks

"Dearest traitors, might you consider surrendering gracefully? Present your necks for a cleaner end, if you please."

"Our beloved Duchy of Shellland finds itself encumbered by the snowy heights you so heedlessly claim. I implore you to yield, for this disruption is quite tiresome."

Though her tone is calm and genteel, a palpable undertone of malice lingers in her words.