The cowards flee from the walls of my fortress. They are wise to run, for they have not taken up my offer. It doesn’t matter where they go now, for I will always be watching. They think they are safe traveling the road, but my eyes and ears are everywhere.
What’s this? They travel belowground? There are many ruins and dungeons hidden beneath my land. Perhaps whatever lurks below them will see to it that my playthings are slaughtered?
Come, my Queen! For tonight you shall finally be mine!