So just to be clear for the historical record, my liege, we are one hundred percent sure that this apparently unremarkable farm boy is the hero chosen by the gods to beat back the darkness?
Of course it's not that I could ever doubt your judgment, my liege, but the qualifications by which he has established himself do seem somewhat opaque to those of us without direct insight to the will of the divine.
No my liege I do not deny that he has a certain aesthetic appeal. A solid nine out of ten, as you say. Perhaps a ten if he were more acquainted with the concept of personal grooming?
One does wonder, however, if there are not other qualifications that might be more pressing for the specific post of being the hero who will beat back the darkness.
My liege of course is very wise, indeed none could argue that the tools of violence are not frequently overstated in their importance. Given how little we know about the shape the coming scourge is to take, who could say what skills would be required to defeat it? Might not a scholar or physician or even a particularly inspiring poet win us the day, in the end? Most wise, most insightful.
It's just that this particular farm boy doesn't even seem to actually know all that much about farming, my liege?
No no of course that's not relevant, quite correct, your wisdom remains unassailable. What would farming have to do with saving the world indeed!
So we are going with the farm boy. For sure then. No, no, of course my liege this humble servant would not dream of gainsaying your choice.
Pardon me, my liege, but I must go and ponder my orb for a while. There are some dark murmurings I was previously ignoring that suddenly sound a lot more sensible.
Hm? Oh no, I said nothing of importance, your graciousness. Haha, yes, of course we shall drain our already strained coffers to host a celebration for the new champion!
How wonderful.
