Good news for you, Player. There's killing that needs doing, but my valuable time is required filling out these incident reports instead of cracking some nice Drak ribcages with my trusty mace.

We don't want anything slowing us down when we move our legion against the Dragon Lord. The fewer Drakan in our way then, the better off we'll be against Tiamat.

So. Take that [%mainslotitem] of yours down into the Legionary Antechambers and cut down some Protectorate Special Enforcers, Protectorate Special Stalkers, Protectorate Special Seers, and Protectorate Special Orderly soldiers. Bring me their Protectorate Rings as consolation for not getting to hammer in those skulls myself.

Player: Accept.

Player, you stink of Drak guts.

That's my second-favorite stink. First is Ellie blood, of course.

Let's have your report.

Player: "I brought you something..."

Hey, looks like you had good hunting out there, Player.

That just makes me resent you more, but hey, that's not your fault. It's my blasted fault for being so good at my job that I kept getting promoted.

You might be in for the same fate, if you're not careful. Good work, [%userclass].