Bradeton laughed, a deep and throaty laugh.  "Modest to the last."  He commented, speeding up his writings on the clay tablet.  "Just watch me.  I'm going to end wars with words, and sway the heart of every king in creation, until the will of the Gods is restored."  He said, dramatically throwing a blanket over his naked body.   "Just wait...  One day I'll make the rivers themselves stop in their course to listen to me speak."  Elsewhere bragged, closing his eyes to rest, half considering speaking to some God or another for his own pleasure and edification.<br/><br/>His bow and a quiver of arrows hung ominiously just off the head of his bed, seemingly whispering among themselves of the course he truly would follow, as opposed to his hopes.