"Let someone else deliver the message!" Anglu said, somewhat anxiously, "I'll stay here to help you!"
Bard sighed, "You have to go. If it weren't for the circumstances, I would go myself!"
"Alright! I'll go!" Anglu nodded emphatically.
"You will deliver a verbal message."
"What?"
"Find your Centurion," Bard said seriously, "and demand things from him!"
Anglu was stunned; his Centurion was Winters Montagne.
"Demand what?" Anglu whispered.
Bard gestured for Anglu to sit down and said with a bitter smile, "Demand whatever we need! The old farming tools are far from enough; we must make new ones. Tell that guy to stop focusing on throwing banquets and come help me out instead!"
Anglu didn't dare to speak and just nodded frantically.
