Aaargh on the Throne

I’m Argh! Did you forget? A huge, powerful creature, made by nature itself to growl and bellow—and certainly not to read books, which is exactly what I’m quietly doing… And then, on the day when I almost made a proposal to the ugliest mercenary woman, the Secret Police piles onto us again: the evil magician Karlanius, old witches, black orcs, and wet nereids. Gr-r-r! No minute of peace—just fistfights, screams, corpses, and knocked-out teeth… But worst of all is that the moment I decided to rest for just a minute, by sitting in the biggest chair in the corner—everyone immediately starts screaming. And it’s my fault?! How was I supposed to know it’s the Throne of the Empire…