We must be ready for battle at all times, but Softwood Agrints are roaming around the area.

It would be disastrous if those creatures attacked our soldiers while we were battling a real enemy.

Player, I'm counting on you to protect us.

Player: Accept.

Just seeing those branches waving in the distance irritates me.

It's like some crazed dance that makes no sense, until you realize they're actually coming to kill you.

Player: "That's some image."

I'm relieved that we can now reinforce the perimeter defenses without being distracted by silly things like imminent death.

Thank you, Player.