Ben Finn rushed into the throne room while Hobbes was speaking to me. "Morgan, I- I mean your highness- We must clean up the town... the darkness is gone now and Bowerstone Market is a mess! I mean, if it's okay with you.." He glared at the guards for a second. Just then Reaver walked in. "I gave you choices to save your sorry world, but however, you kept all your silly promises. What a waste of money if I may inquire, your highness." "Go away, Reaver. Your very presence makes me want to kill a million Hobbes!" I sniffled at him, glaring coldly.
"Listen, I have an offer to make. If you update Reaver Industries' tools and such and agree to make a brothel, I will send my child labourers and them foolish workers to clean up all the dead bodies and repair the whole town of Bowerstone, It's up to you as a queen of Albion." I looked at Ben's reaction. I looked at the guards at the sides of me. "Escort Reaver out of my castle and order my guards to clean up Bowerstone. Extra pay."
Reaver threw a note into my lap, perfectly, as always. I got rid of my surprize. He is the wicked skill hero. I sought a hilarious prank. I left the castle and went to Benjimina. "Listen, want me to get some of Reaver's underwear?" I smirked. "Oh, I would love, love, love that!" she danced. Also, put this note on his nightable for me!" I looked at the note;
Dear Reaver,
It's Benjimina! I am like the biggest fan. I live near Millfeild, on the edge of Bowerstone. I wish we could meet at the local pub? Meet me tomorrow!
-Benjimina
This girl's a lunatic..