You can't just compare everyone with horns to cows! You don't see me saying you blend in with the grass, do you?

[ GOD!!!! grumbling: ] First it's [ mutter grumble mutter grumble something about worms ] and now cows, gather round, children, hear the tale of Lord Strohl, first of his name, Lord of the Cows...

[ strohl sighs. heavily. the remains of his dignity are in tatters and its only monday. netzach may get the feeling he's just being dramatic. ]

Look - they're from Euchronia, but not related to the clemar. You've never touched one before, right? C'mon.

[ gesturing over at the cow who is truly just standing there now. ]