After a long and arduous journey, I've been secretly smuggled into Riverbed. The Queen took great delight in letting out her stresses on me, but found I was making too much noise. Even gagged with her dirty sock, I couldn't keep myself quiet.
All the whining about the dangers of hunting wild pigs was completely overblown. It turns out they are as weak as any pig and squeal just as loud when you break them!
