Boringmark:
“Why doth our Lord maketh me of the finest ingredients?”
Boringmark:
“Godspeed! Mine steed requireth a man of great strength and courage.”
Boringmark:
“Doth the heat of mine blade melt thine heart, fine maiden?”
Boringmark:
“A toast to mine betrothed.”
Boringmark:
“Tattoo thine digits on mine arm. Perhaps a time may come when thou may hear mine voice.”