”Begone from my Throne Room! Unless you've come to bend the knee, your place is with the others, losing—err, I mean, wagering—your gold! Come back when you're more than a pauper—and no faking, I can smell treasure from miles away!”
”Begone from my Throne Room! Unless you've come to bend the knee, your place is with the others, losing—err, I mean, wagering—your gold! Come back when you're more than a pauper—and no faking, I can smell treasure from miles away!”