Whippage doesn't fuck around, several hours ago I saw my guys curbstomping a blind cave orge that wandered into the dining hall. The thing's head was probably black, blue, and all kinds of purple. I had to send in the military to mercy kill the thing, shit even the children joined in to curb stomp Shrek's whiter cousin.
After that I started up a glorious metal industry and now I've got a shitton of Iron maces since the mountain home is filled with lying assholes whom changed their minds. They want goblets and scepters now, so I made some golden goblets for when they get back.