Sense of Urgency
Excepting your recent clashes with the Vanu, it cannot have escaped your notice that things here are rather peaceful—to the detriment of our garrison's discipline. Despite being built as an observation post, we have yet to record a single intrusion by the Horde. That is why, as far as everyone is concerned, Camp Cloudtop is a backwater of no significance. And of course, the pride of our camp, the vaunted Protector, is in a perpetual state of needing repairs, so even were the Holy See to come under Dravanian attack, we would be unable to fly to their aid. Simply put, Master Surname, this is where ambition comes to die. If you haven't aspirations for advancement, you'll be right at home. However, I would like to think that enthusiasm can be just as contagious as apathy. If you'll indulge me, I would have you seek out the sentries and stoke their fighting spirit—psych them up, you might say. Try to psych them up, as you might say. That should serve to liven their spirits.
You're looking rather grim. Why so serious? The Vanu are no real threat, and the Dravanians couldn't give a fig about us.
...Aren't you an odd fellow. Don't you have somewhere to be?
Ye gods, where did that come from? Fine, if you insist, I will make an effort to be more alert. But really, I fail to see the point! We're hundreds of malms away from the front lines—which is just the way I like it, thank you very much!
Mmm... Is there anything fluffier than a cloud...?
Mmm... If there is, I don't want to know about it...
Wh-What!? What is it!? Is it the Horde!? ...By the Fury, what ever possessed you to do that? I'm awake, I'm awake, worry not. After the shock you just gave me, I doubt I'll sleep for a fortnight!
As you wish, my lord. Should I spy an outflyer, I will alert you immediately...
<yawn> Hello there, old boy. Slain any Vanu champions yet? No? Oh, well, let me know when you have so I can make myself presentable for...for the... <snore>
Is this what you do for fun? Or is it some esoteric form of training? Well then, carry on, carry on.
I-Is it an attack!? What should we do!? What should we do!?
...You had me fooled there for a moment, old boy! An amusing jest—albeit a tad cruel. Surely you must realize how unsuited I am to the monotony of mere sentry duty—yet still you tempt me with the promise of excitement! No, this won't do. This won't do at all. Lady Laniaitte will give me a grand mission as befits my station!
Many thanks, Master Surname. Already I can see a change in our sentries' behavior. Beg your pardon... Lord Emmanellain said what? Hah, well... I have no doubt that Lady Laniaitte will do her utmost to oblige him.