“I don't have the most glamorous job in the world.
I do not concern myself with matters of war or the deep mysteries of the halls of Uldum or what have you.
I am in charge of these grounds... and these grounds grow dates.
Now, these little date-plucking mongrels have gotten gutsy enough to stand on each other's shoulders to try and steal my precious fruit.
I will not stand for this.
Take this mallet, crafted by the titans, blessed by the sun-kings and who-knows-what-else and smash the runts!”
