"The young maiden's travelling merchant - father should have thought twice before daring to brazenly resist the Barons demands for his coin and one of his four daughters as a hostage. Not only did the merchant have the audacity to decline to follow the nobleman's orders, but he even produced a two-handed blade of most exquisite craftsmanship out of his scabbard. Before the Baron could react and properly dispatch of the foolish merchant, he had killed one of the Baron's men and crippled another. Now the young Damsel and her sisters had to pay dearly for it, when the Baron decided to test out this most valuable new possession of his. Even though he had already done it three times, the Baron was still surprised and most impressed with how little effort the highly polished steel sank into her chest, the blade splitting her sternum cleanly down the middle. "Like butter," he thought to himself, as he pushed the sword ever deeper through her bosom. Supporting her back with his free hand, he could feel her heart beating at an immense pace, yet growing weaker and weaker with every passing moment. He also felt the shudders running through her dying body, as he pushed and then pulled the blade back and forth, measuring his movements like a tender lover would with his manhood in his virgin bride. Her voice cracked and made her screams turn into nothing more than a chaotic series of squeals and gurgling sounds that shortly thereafter would turn into eternal silence. He knew these sounds all too well, had heard this grotesque melody many times before, and so he knew he only had seconds left before she would no longer hear him. So he looked into her panicked doe-eyes and said: "Be a good girl and give my regards to your father!" That night once more the robber Baron and his remaining men enjoyed a lavish feast of the most delicate nature and the comfort of feminine company, all provided by the merchant and his forever silent daughters."