Garrett grumbled miserably.<br/><br/>"I get commended by that blood-curdling jackass you call a king, but I don't get any consorts to gnaw on my tip!  What an ungrateful bunch of zombies.  I bet that if I were into the whole mummification thing, I'd get myself bowls and bowls of flesh and innards as a reward.  But no.  No one realizes that I'm a young man in desperate need of being a colt to a mare.  Or mares.  You Karrnathis would just love that, getting some spirited offspring like yours truly.  Twenty years from now, the whole of the five nations would be yours if my blood ran through the veins of your soldiers!"<br/><br/>He went on and on and on.