"The Emperor of the Vardish Empire, blessed be His name and may He rule eternally, demands that you pay Him the tribute of a twenty thousand baskets of grain, ten thousand ingots of silver and five thousand slaves, as well as the secrets of the witchcraft that protects your 'Blood Brotherhood' from infections and plagues! Do this, and you will earn His gratitude. Fail it, and you will earn His wrath! Thousands of cannons will rain iron down on your armies and your fortresses will be washed away like sand figures by a wave. This was told by us, the ambassador of the Vardish Empire and carrier of His Majesty's voice, Ion Clam… Clavenite."
There, Agent Whisper, who was translating this entire speech to me from human language, cringed.
"This was hard to pronounce, Father. I should practice more!"
I could only smile at her.
"C'mon, you actually learned human language! I still can barely pick out individual words when humans speak."
