But the Miller, who is very drunk, announces that he will tell a story about a carpenter. The Reeve, Oswald, objects because he was once a carpenter. Chaucer then warns the reader that this tale might be a bit vulgar, but he must tell all the stories because a prize is at stake. Thus, the Miller begins his tale.
No, really, she said, and mentally shrugged the call off. Where were we? I gasp and take a startled step backward. Ryker moves with me, not about to let me get too far away. His eyes are glazed with anger over the memory of what Claude said. So I brought that fucker down and I taught him a lesson. And if you think I was wrong to do it, then release me from the team right now, because I'd do it all over again.