I say, are you not the ward of House Fortemps I've heard so much about? Perfect! I have need of an adventurer of such repute.
You see, Camp Cloudtop is a post for those who have, let us say, served beyond their usefulness. We do what we can to make the best of it, but I know the others are disheartened, that they take no pride in their duties.
Though this place has robbed them of their vigor, they are yet proud men of House Haillenarte, and I refuse to let their spirits sour and their blades grow dull. How to do this has become my foremost concern.
And then it dawned upon me—we must improve the quality of food! Think about it. What morale can you expect of troops denied a hearty breakfast, lunch, and dinner? Surely better meals would go a long way in rekindling their spirits.
But Fabrellet, our camp's quartermaster, would never hear of it—at least, not from me.
But if he were to hear it from you
, an adventurer with your background, he would have to at least take it into consideration. I beg you, please speak some sense into him. For the camp!