What? You're going to have to speak up.

Can't hear you over the Griffons and Pretors.

What a ruckus!

Player: "They are a tad loud."

A tad? Holy abyssal splinters, could they get any louder?

Every day, there they are, fighting, stirring up that blasted dust. Vermin! Nothing but vermin!

You know what would be better? If they were in that pot over there...simmering in a nice stew, with a zigi or two, and just a pinch of salt! Mmmm!

Player: "Ewww!"

What? You've never had Griffon stew before? Well, that's one failing we can address immediately.

Take yourself over there and silence those beasts. In return, I'll whip up a stew that will knock your socks off.

Player: Accept.

Mmm! My mouth is watering just thinking about it, Player.

Not to mention how much quieter it will be around here.

Now, hop to, go rid us of those Ferocious Griffons and Pretor Sentinels.

Player: "Hopping."

Impressive show! I was watching how you dispatched them, Player.

You were magnificent. Like watching a highly skilled, and highly armed, ballet dancer. Killer pirouettes.

Player: "You should see my rond de jambe."

Now, just sit back and relax and I'll start up the stew.

A little Nepeta, a few Dados....

Ahh, it's so nice to be able to hear myself think again! Thanks, my friend.