“As you can plainly see by the rocks falling from the sky, we are under siege by those terrible ettins!
If you could be obliged to lend us a hand, I'd be most grateful. We can't possibly hope to defeat them unless we properly prepare you first.
Could you be a dear and fetch a few things for me from around the Hamlet? Some water, a sack of flour, and a bundle of logs should help.
I've already sent my grandson, Charles, off to fetch a few other items. I've not seen him for quite a while though.”
