For reaction to Lord British's statement our Lady Machiavelli is standing by on communication crystal in the camp of a troll raiding party somewhere to the north of Vesper. Lady Mach?
Bundor, I'm standing in the woods somewhere outside Vesper in the hidden camp of one of the invasion's raiding parties. I don't know where. I was blindfolded and led through three separate gates to get here. With me are Roxor, Captain of this particular troll raiding party and his translator, one Slimely of Skara Brae. Roxor, you've heard Lord British's statement, do you have any reaction?
Roxor[Slobbering troll voice]:
[Gibberish]
Slimely:
Lord Roxor says Lord British sucks. His castle is ugly and he and all his people shall die horribly at the hands of Roxor's dark mistress.
Roxor[Slobbering troll voice]:
[Gibberish]
Slimely:
My Lord Roxor also says that he's quite looking forward to ravishing British's cattle and stealing his women. Th-that's a loose translation you understand.
Lady Machiavelli:
Quite. Who is this dark mistress Roxor mentioned?
Slimely:
[Gibberish]
Roxor[Slobbering troll voice]:
[Gibberish]
Slimely:
My Lord Roxor says that you will know soon when she filets you all to the bone and serves up as dinner for the daemon spawn.
Lady Machiavelli:
I see.
[Farting sound]
Slimely:
My Lord Roxor passes gas at the minions of Lord British.
Lady Machiavelli:
How aromatic of him. That's the news from the troll encampment. Back to you Bundor.
Bundor Bard:
Thankye Lady Machiavelli and that's our report for today. I'm Bundor Bard.
[Exit Music]
Title: Crisis in Britannia, Day 28
Author: OSI
Copyright: �2000 Electronic Arts
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