Truth is, I used to be galled when I pulled fire duty, but I've come to thank me lucky stars. In Coerthas, dull and warm beats dull and cold any time. I've no complaints about the warmth, to be certain!
We're shorthanded here, though. So dim have our lights grown, 'tis no wonder a patrol mistook the wisps for the stronghold. The north wind blows hard tonight─will you patrol the braziers and light those that are dark?
Brrr, listen to that shriek! Sometimes, I swear that the very climes have declared war against us. Here, take this bit of live coal to light the braziers with.
All done? Come closer to the fire─you're looking a mite blue. It gladdens my heart to know that all the braziers are lit tonight, giving freely of their light and warmth.
Yes, dull and warm, and of some import. And as I've said, I've no complaints about the warmth, not a one.