TMA writes: "Oh, my head. I shouldn't have drank that much yesterday. It feels like my horns are going to fall off. And what's that damn racket?! Arghh, those damn looters are in my dungeon again. Sigh… Time to go spread my claws a little bit. Oohh, yummy peasant hearts. And those ugly big iron-covered knights have stashed away some nice weapons. Ahhh, just what I wanted – now I can finally despatch those thieving villagers and show them who's really the boss around here!"