* Parent. Dwarfs don’t traditionally have Mothers and Fathers. They have Parents. They call them Parent whatever-their-name-is.
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(Sunset. Lysander, covered in blood and ash, walks into his tent. He is livid)
(throws his helm at a table where a map and pieces representing battle formations are set up, scattering them everywhere)
(sits down, fist clenched to knees, and cries)
Lysander: (thinking) I can’t do this again. All those people… women and children and old men… If Arrrg’t* Brr’gt’e could see what I’ve become…
Lysander: (thinking) But this is who I am. A Roman. Not a dwarf. A giant, bloodthirsty monster. A thug for a weak and wretched man. The Son of a Tyrant! Destined to be no more than Ben’s… FUCKING warlord!
Lysander turns toward opening of tent)
Legate’s voice: (from without) Your Highness!
Lysander: (wipes his eyes) Come.
(legate puts arms around him)
Legate: You did well, my boy! Better than I ever imagined! A good haul, a GOOD haul!
Legate: Come, take your pick.
Lysander: My “pick”?