ur warm inside; reclining in ur armchair enjoying a roaring fire in nice comfy slippers with quality cigar...
when egor (your horribly disfigured butler) breaks this golden moment of solitude and indulenge; bursting in through the great old
oak door covered in scratches and few
stray leaves. Through gulps of
air and general spluttering in an attempt to get his breath back he tells you the angry villagers are advancing; thier coming to attack your house and kill you!
in responce your composure remains
calm as
u lean further back into ur armchair; u take another toke of ur cigar; breath out the
thick smoke in multiple impressive rings and utter simply '...mlaa'