Ivan takes his hand off of his own sword and giving Dai an elbow. "Genius, Dai!"
"Oh troll of the forest, please excuse my proclivity,
For I must admit that I am quite soldierly.
I will take back what I had said with great insensitivity,
And I will not make another threat that aims most rectally.
You boast most loudly, 'to be a Wyke' is complimentary,
Not the insult my dear fire-friend had supposed;
Then allow me to invite you to truly be such gentry,
For I am a Wyke, my sister here too, to be fully disclosed.
You despise the drinking and you despise the loud revelry,
Of which our good friend T. Urkey bestows upon the forest.
Then perhaps you will consider this daredevilry,
Before we all fight for long hours until we're the sorest.
We, the Wyke family, live on the great planet Heras,
In a quiet small flat village just outside of Mytikas.
In our garden you can find fresh fruits and herbs of Aegiceras,
In our kitchen you will find only fine cooking vodkas.
The Wyke children have left, both most boisterous,
Which would clearly be of great troll distaste.
But the parents remain, warriors turned cloistress,
Living quiet, humble lives, no longer living in waste.
So what say you? Would you be willing to consider?
Away from T. Urkey and his loud antics of pleasure;
Watching over my own home - and trust me, I'm not a kidder,
Its sleepy atmosphere would certainly be to your leisure.
Take the role of its fabled steward, its protector,
And only in exchange I only ask for the lives you carry.
My sweet mother, my dear Babushka, neither will be an objector,
They'll spoil you fat, on the contrary.
But you better earn your keep and help with the dishes,
For by Ogynena, Babushka can be vicious."
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