Kindly: "Some advice. The keep is on fire, the black stomach plague is killing the kitchen staff, the rats won’t eat your supper and hearing the circus is in the yard your wife has oiled the hinges on the bedroom door. So I walk in and blister your ear about your scuffy boots. When I leave, what are you thinking about?"
Skanarow: "I’m thinking up inventive ways to kill you, sir."
Kindly: "The sun has cracked the sky, my dears. Time for my constitutional morning walk."
Faradan Sort: "Want a few bodyguards, sir?"
Kindly: "Generous offer, Captain, but I will be fine. Oh, if Raband shows up with Pores any time soon, promote the good captain. Omnipotent Overseer of the Universe should suit. Ladies."