"D-dad! C-calm down! Please!" – said the young nobleman in fancy armor as he was backing away.
"CALM DOWN?! YOU WANT ME TO COLM DOWN WHEN YOU ARE WASTING FOOD!?" – shouted the nobleman's father as he screamed at his on in the middle of the city, while a nearby soldiers watched soldiers just watched.
"We have fucking problem with food shortages and the winter is right around the corner, and yet you fucking use extra fucking food so you won't be what?! Hungry?!"
"But from what I can fucking tell you are straight up throwing a feast at this moment without care!"
"The said feast you used my own name to approve."
"And you used my name as well!? You used my name without permission to throw a god dammit feast?!"
"Tell me! How the fuck I can calm down right now?!"
"FUCK! YOU! JUST ATTACK SOME VILLAGES! TAKE THEIR FOOD! FUCKING GET US ANYTHING!" – shouted the nobleman as he pointed at the knight nearby.
