'Reborn!' The general exploded. 'That's a famous word but not one I have much time for.' He turned to Thunder and pointed to the island at the end of the causeway. 'I want assurances for my boys out there. I want to know they won't be stabbed in the back by that bunch of Gorms that's guarding the gate.'
'The Gorms will be replaced by the royal guard.'
'Oh. Will they?' The general roared. 'I wouldn't trust those hairy-legged nymphomaniacs any more than I'd trust those scrawny old hags of the sisterhood. I warn you, Thunder son of Claptrap ... or whatever your name is ... the moment my boys come under threat, this place goes up in flames.'