"Hahaha! I didn't think I'd FRIENDLY FIRE so soon!" the amplified voice of the Mad Bishop came, resounding against everything; living and unliving.
With her old face, made to turn wrinkly because of her demented grin, she looked down at Thrill whose wand was only a few hooked fingers away from falling from his grasp.
"Curious, you Bread haters! How can your wills be so weak?! Have you ever tried to taste Bread?! I expected the seas to hold something that could challenge my desire for soft fluff! To make me feel that I was worthy of my title, but no! I meet you sorry excuses for obstacles! Buckle up! Have at me!"
The contents of what the old woman said were quite provocative, albeit completely incomprehensible.
Perhaps those from the Factions could at least understand that the old Faction leader had a formidable bread fetish, but Thrill couldn't. He didn't understand a word of what the Mad Bishop was saying.