The Beast Lord way: often wrong but never in doubt.
It's a reflex. Hear a bell, get food. See an undead, throw a knife. Same thing, really.
swore. “Barabas said you might say that. I’m supposed to tell you this.” Ascanio cleared his throat and produced a remarkably accurate impression of Barabas’s tenor. “Courage, Your Majesty.” “I will kill him.” “The Beast Lord or Barabas?” “Both.
What kind of woman greets the Beast Lord with 'here, kitty, kitty'?
The sight of me puffing and straining apparently amused him to no end.
Just once I want it to be easy and neat. But no, there is never a good decision. I pick what I can live with.