Drakina, turning to face Grymlok, her voice unwavering and commanding, inquired, "Grymlok, what kind of sergeant do we need next?" Her eyes, sharp and calculating, scanned the horizon as she considered their strategic needs.
Grymlok paused, his demeanor reflecting deep contemplation. He was a creature of few words, choosing to speak only when absolutely necessary. After a moment of silence, he began, "Lord Drakina," his voice low and resonant, "I believe we need a water-based sergeant and soldiers."
Drakina's eyebrow arched slightly, a subtle sign of her intrigue. "And why do you suggest that?" she asked, her tone indicating genuine curiosity.
