“Dhaktokh went over his papers again. Was he that bad? Didn´t he tell the beasts what to do... and then it struck him. No, he hadn´t. He had been thinking as if they were elves, how many times had his coaches at the school told him this. Rookiemistakes, or RM, as they said. He drank some more and swore never to tell anyone and blame it all on the beast who had been so stiff he had hardly seen any like ever... what was his name again? Lust for Glory. BAH!”