Transylvania (VIII): Zone Bosses 3
Usually I would say quite a few things to people who just swore an oath of servitude to me, a speech of sorts to reassure them that they had made the right choice, and that I would protect them, no matter what the face. But show I felt that such a course of action was not really needed within Transylvania. This was a place where might makes right, and the sophistication of your words is determined by the strength of your fist.
There was no room for propaganda of politics, not unless you were equal in power to each other. But I digress, the beautiful and most annoying thing about life is that it's unpredictable. You can't ever be sure that what's white is white and what's black is black, you just take it as it comes and make the best of what ever is offered to you.