Thorn: Seriously, ah . . .
I am one of the new guards for you. My name is Thorn.
Leif: I’m Leif. I belong to the ambassador. If you’re a guard, where are your weapons?
Thorn: Whip . . . uns . . . ?
Leif: You know, like . . . Swords, bows, clubs . . .
Have at thee!
Oh! I am slain!
Thorn: Ah! Weapons! You want to know why am I unarmed!