Arena!

Once the three arrived, the first to speak was Ouki, "Where are the slaves to carry our wears? Where are the servants? The prostrating citizen when they see their lord had come?!"

"Your boy's awfully rowdy," Nick spoke up as he appeared right in front of the group.

"I don't like this guy one bit, Great One," Singund replied.

"I bet a whole nation would say otherwise, still newly risen undead, you seem to haven't aged well. Too much power and too much sleep does that to one."

"Who might you be a child to speak in matters of adults?" Ouki asked.

Dave didn't want to correct him, it was the same misunderstanding that happened to Singund, but the Chieftain was his subordinate, this guy deserves a beating.

"Young in appearance I might be, child, I am not, in fact, if you combine the ages of your entire ancestors and their descendants, they wouldn't amount to a fraction of the time I spent picking my nose."