"A false religion!" the young lord declares, boldly. "And if you stand in the way of my lawful march, then we shall put you down, too," he says, with the brashness of youth. "This monastery has not paid the proper taxes for more than a decade, and I seek to claim this land that my father has left untapped for far too long." The guards seem a bit wary by the display of magic, but the lord goads them on. "Come on, men! There's six dozen of you, and ONE of him! Honestly, how hard can it be to kill one measly man?"