"You, again! Damn it! Why do you keep butting in? While we may collaborate with you, it doesn't mean you can meddle in our business."
That guy is the one who, since yesterday, has been very much against anything I say and I've run out of patience.
"Damn, you old fat fucker you can shut up and let me talk! Fuck, I've seen pigs more polite than you."
I was pissed about almost dying last night so I said what I wanted to say.
"What did you say, girl? Don't get smart with me."
"Damn, I'm not afraid of you, you buttery old shit! Who probably has his charge for being a nobleman."
He did not give me the impression of being powerful or intelligent. Most of the battle last night he was at Philip's side, giving some half decent orders part of the troops. I saw more than once how Philips had to step in to correct things he had screwed up.