You say, 'Hail, Strategus Pommori'
Strategus Pommori turns his gaze to you from somewhere far in the distance, 'Welcome to the Scorched Woods, Gidono. A dismal sight, is it not? You may be of some (use) in our plans to move into this region.'
You say, 'use'
Strategus Pommori says 'Drive back the indigenous chaff. We'll need to secure our flanks if we're going to hold the area.'