I'm SHORT. Knight, I bet this was your fault. Complaining too much on patrol, and resting for just a second, and look what happens. Something falls out of the sky and now your future king is tiny. What do you have to say for yourself, cueball?

Tch. I don't think I like being eye-level with the squirt.

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I don't think I need to ask who thought it was a good idea to cover my bedroom in pink and sparkles, and I KNOW I don't need to ask who carried through with it.

Fairy, you're not sleeping in my room. End of discussion.

Tch, my cheek is bruised. No thanks to you, dear brother.

There's a lot of hustle and bustle about Greschtendolf lately. The tournament's attendance is coming out better than expected.

As it is princely duty and a formality I must perform, I welcome all participants and spectators to Greschtendolf. Do enjoy your stay.

Now, to find the little fairy plaguing my household.

I'm not at all pleased with my journal being deleted, fairy. You better watch yourself, or I really will skin and eat you for dinner.

Something's a bit off. We'll see.