"Look, she's gotten really fucking horny, okay?"

"Look, she's gotten really fucking horny, okay?"

...Well this took a turn. Tiren has apparently given up on being dignified out of sheer exasperation.

"AND I KNOW. What you're about to say. 'Oh, your majesty, every kid gets a bit wild as they grow up. Let her explore new horizons!' Well, guess what? She's Twenty-Five! This started only two months ago! And she's been fucking _every single hour of every single day. I am not exaggerating. _This. Isn't. NATURAL!" He's been manically flailing his arms around for a while now. "We've tried everything to figure out what's wrong, and nothing's worked. Please, we need you to come and help!"

He briefly turns to address someone offscreen. "Yes Darin I was was about to clarify that THANK YOU VERY MUCH."

He turns back. "To clarify - while I have heard many tales and legends about your beauty, I am not hiring you to sleep with my daughter. I have hired far too many prostitutes for that." He sighs, mutters "So much money" under his breath, and continues. "Since nothing seems to be medically wrong, some of us have formed a... hypothesis, that it may have something to do with an an ancient artifact that may or may not exist that she might have come in contact with some way or some how at some point, possibly, and that you, with your experience with treasure hunts that may or may not be relevant to this matter, you_ might possibly _be able to figure something out."

He pauses, and gives what might be a sheepish grin. "I know, it's a long shot. That's why if you succeed, I'll give you countless riches" - A figure displays on screen that you can confirm is indeed a metric fuckton of money - "and if you can't figure it out, half that." He sighs one final time. "Please, you're our last hope."

And with that corny line, the video ends.

...After a pompous and extravagant ending title that you assume is some sort of obligatory tradition.