"Yes, you can! Clan leadership is elected, not hereditary! Prince Rutherford and Ambassador Yona both totally agreed and everything when I mailed them my proposal." She grabbed her spear and her helmet, ripping the latter's hook off the wall in her haste. The hole it left behind allowed a beam of moonlight to spotlight her as struck a pose. "With their blessing, I am the rightful Reik of the Northern Clans, able and willing to follow in the hoofsteps of great leaders like Alaric the Conqueror and Fritigern the Bold! To bring wealth to our people! To see our oppressors driven before us! To hear the lamentations of their mares! To—"