King Kane left his dominion momentarily to discuss business with Lord Levy, and his little gang of whisperers. The houses squabbled in his absense, each making a claim to his throne. Oh how the Puff guts and the shag-bags frolicked in their heretic bluster, jumping for joy as they swept lies across the forums about the King.
and now the King has returned, and the serpents have slithered back into the shadows from where they came, scorned and fearful that the King shall take their heads. The once laughing whores now beg on their knees for mercy; “Oh King Kane, how wrong we were!” cowering like unsullied pagans.