mattresses trump food emergencies

The Warlord could only laugh at that. Shaking his head, and remembering who he used to be. “The very first time I met your mother, I lost my temper and threatened her until she groveled at my feet. I believe I snapped a branch in half and implied she was the stick…” he said, having paused his pulling and cocking his head to the side, trying to remember.

“Let’s see… There was also the time I fell into a body of water, and while she laughed I threatened and tried to kill her - whilst drowning, of course.” Azure had made his way over to help him position the thing. Had he really not already told Azure some of these stories? “I was young, hot headed, and devoted to the job I was given. I thought I had a lot to prove. It took some years for me to stop snapping at the slightest thing I believed threatened my pride.” Young, brash idiot that he used to be.

"Sirius Fatalis"