The Unaroyal Warlord sits at the foot of Ansom's table, gesturing with half a loaf of bread. To her left, Duke Nozzle gestures with a hand, his elbow on the table. Both are irate. The table is laid out with a banquet, and scores of silhouetted troops ring the table, mountains creating the horizon beyond.
Superfluous Warlord: Rrm.