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Berty Borr 
Lord Borr frowned and dropped his knee out from the boy. He faked a cramp. "Terribly sorry about that. Terribly sorry. Trick knee." This boy, who was just that - a boy, was not worthy of a gold throne. What EXACTLY had he done? NOTHING. He needed to learn his place, and as Lord Borr saw it, it was beneath him on the floor at the moment. "Perhaps I'll have you do it for me," Lord Borr smiled his wicked smile. He liked this boy, but he would learn his place.
Something suddenly happened and Ignatius found himself falling to the floor. Before he could rectify any mistake on his part, he had landed in the dust and the dirt. The cheek of this large fellow. He glared at the man from the floor, "Such a distinguished man does not have a trick knee, nor does he say he does, so he can use it to his advantage." He carefully picked himself up and dusted himself down. "You want me to make you a throne? Then you will have to provide me with the tools."