"That's alright," he says, about the farmer. "I'm sure he'll recognize the error of his ways when we're the next successful champions of Town." Or, you know, his house is egged. It's going to be the latter, but Ardyn can pretend he means the former.

"I mean, far be it from me to deny good meat. Even if I don't eat it, I'm sure I can find a use." He could lure some kind of creature out to tame, maybe, or give someone salmonella. The possibilities are endless, truly!