[aldin]

Pug looked down admiringly at his new boots. The craftsmanship was superb. Truly boots worthy of a god. He thought about the request he'd received this morning from the council:

"We beg you Lord, come home at once! Your people need you here. Your Smiths wish to consult with you on research. Your concubines grow restless."

He looked back down at his boots. They were very nice boots. Very nice, purposeful boots. Fightin' boots. He stood up and called out to the army camped below, "Muster up men of Ulm! It's clobberin' time!"