I weild the Blade of Le’gume whose bite still recalls the savour of my mortal foe To’foo. It hungers anew. Wilst thou fight me, oh pretender to the throne
I weild the Blade of Le’gume whose bite still recalls the savour of my mortal foe To’foo. It hungers anew. Wilst thou fight me, oh pretender to the throne
This is who has been keeping beanises held back from development because Beanith keeps spending all our tax beans on ransoms after getting captured in bhess.
Do not beansmirch my proud name, I fought in the nine year’s war to claim back what was ours from the Nightshades. I even lost my favoured steed Shadowfart in the fighting…
My great aunt Beantunia died storming the wall at Moonwall, you aristocratic fuck.
Five years in the bean dungeon now or I’ll have your head
I have only one option now: