I was sent out to defend the North edge, but I am not happy.

I walk through your throne room blood, dirt, and grime spreading across the elegant carpet. I burst through the doors, ”Swords!?” I continue until I am at the stairs of your throne.

“I have asked for your weapons to fight off hundreds of thousands of enemy soldiers and you send me swords?” I’m seething. “Why not cannons, bows, and horses!”