It was pretty late, and you had just gotten home at 1 in the morning due to spending your entire day running errands, attending swordsmanship classes, and shopping. Once you had opened the door, you saw your roommate Rapier, holding her rapier in her hand along with a shattered wine glass, muttering something in french

Espèce de poignard dans le dos, pire qu’un porc poubelle! Où étais-tu, mon garçon?! she shouted, taking no time to speak in French.