"There was hardly a person in the tavern who could not sympathize with Drim and all of us were not the intended target of his burning rage toward the spwn.
"the day before embarking to the Blistering Land of the sand people and spwn, we were taken to a large hall full of other people going to the same war as we. on the stage up front was a gigantic figure that rivaled Grban( or Jorric as we had nicknamed him.) in height and looked every inch a warlord as the styles he had adopted. when the crowd went silent he began to speak out to us.
"You may come to know me as commander Grantonn or as a friend. In this war that we are about to take part in, many expect to grow rich in glory as a hero. the truth of the war is that many of you will not come back home. and most that do may be maimed or in a bag. there is a stand out side this building where you can drop out of the army if you are afraid. many of you will go to that stand and I won't blame you. nightmares lie beyond the sea as well wonders. GRONKAR'S TEETH! does any one know what a gnoll is because I don't. now don't answer that, because what you do know may be highly exaggerated and far-fetched. what we do know is that if we go, there will be one less spwn to terrorize the innocent or kill the weak. we are here on a crusade or purging might and those people who go will be proud that they fought in the war and saved what lives they could. tomorrow there will be no going back on those ships. once on board, you will be headed for war against the dark souls of the enemy after months of training upon disembarkment at port Teir. now enjoy your selves before the morning comes and sleep well."