Our job now is to see that the way there is open so that when the order comes, our legions won't get caught in skirmishes on their way to the real battle.

In order to accomplish this, apparently I have to sign a bunch of paperwork and write half a dozen sit-reps a day. This is how Pandaemonium thinks wars are won. You can probaby guess my own opinions on that.

I've got a better plan. Get down there and kill us some Protectorate Fighters, Protectorate Searchers, Protectorate Mages, and Protectorate Healers in the Outer Ring. I want to see some enthusiasm, Player, or else I'll promote you and you'll be forced to write reports instead.

Player: Accept.

You're back quickly.

I guess my threat really lit a fire under you, huh?

Player: "The Protectorate Soldiers are dead."

Good. Wish I could've been there to do it myself, but the worst I see these days are papercuts.

I guess that's my lot, now, and who am I to shirk it. But it's good to know that there are Daevas out there bringing the Balaur suffering in my name.

Your reward. You've earned it.