Seated on his throne, bedecked with furs and the broken shields of his challengers, Urban Meyer looked out upon his retinue. Grovelling before his sight, one of his assorted bannermen had the temerity to approach his throne to ask a question.
Crawling upon his belly like a whipped dog, the lordling mumbled as loudly as he dared, "M-my lord... what is best in life?"
As Urban Meyer's piercing stare fell upon the impudent interloper, the man nearly fainted on the spot. With one hand, Meyer picked up his massive warhammer, and appeared to briefly consider turning this peon into a bright red stain on the floor of his banquet hall.