How dare they treat me this way! I am Pookamunga, Son of Ookaluk of Clan Liang.
My father sent me here to forge an alliance with the Duke of Lumbridge, but when I arrived the guards laughed at me and sent me on my way. The fools! I shall grind their bones into dust and scatter it to the wind.
To prove my self I slew a great number of goblins and earned enough money for bronze armor and a good steel sword. When I returned to the keep the guards dealt more respectfully with me. The sent me to the steward.
The man would not listen. He said that I had to gain his favor before I'd be allowed to see the duke. He tasked me with a quest for the cook. Questing for the cook? How dare he! One day I will skin the steward and make him into a drum.
The cook sent me for flour, eggs, and milk. Arrgghh! The shame upon me and clan Liang! What will my father think of me after this humiliation?
Millie the Miller humiliated me by asking me to gather my own wheat from the field. What does she think of me? That I am some common farmer? I am Pookamunga, Son of Ookaluk of Clan Laing! After I made my flour I burned the mill down….or at least I tried to. The fire did not take. But I will return with the warriors of my clan and we will tear the place down stone by stone. Perhaps I will imprison Millie in a cell made from the stone of her own mill. Ha!
Gillie Groats laughed at me when I tried to milk a cow without a bucket. I am no milk-maid! I am a warrior. So I went to her house and stole a bucket in plain sight of her father. I strode up to him and shouted, "I am Pookamunga, Son of Ookaluk of Clan Liang, and I am taking this bucket!" He didn't dare reply, but walked away in fear. Coward. I took some of his eggs as well.
Gillie again mocked me for my incompetent milking of a cow. Bah! I showed her. I killed one of her cows and cooked it right in front of her. The only thing better than steak is revenge.
My task finished, I took the ingredients to the cook. The ingrate didn't even acknowledge my efforts. Nor did he mention my accomplishment to the steward. Damn him. One day I will stuff him and cook him for my dinner.
Fear me! I am Pookamunga, Son of Ookaluk of Clan Liang!