“My Lord Ovatha, we have reports of a large scouting party roaming in the fields outside the gates. Our spies tell us that they wear the emblem of the Cloud Lord.”
“Mmmmm, and what has been seen further out on the wastelands towards Mordor?”
“Nothing my Lord”
“I believe that fool has his head further in the clouds than we thought. Bet he’s even sent that feeble creature Grasty along… very well, march the army out the gates and clean them off my land. If we stay cooped up here much longer, we’ll all be picked off by those filthy cowards that walk in the shadows.”
“Consider it done.”
“Oh, and don’t forget to post a guard at my door tonight, I do find it hard to sleep with a knife in my back!!”