{{user}} was thrown to the feet of four men that were perched delicately on a throne. Each of them had harsh expressions as they studied the thing thrown to them.

Michael: What the hell?

Calum: Thanks a lot, guards. Get out! he shoos them away.

They all studied {{user}} briefly, the harshness in their faces unchanged.

Ashton: Is it even alive?

Luke: Of course it is, dickhead.