[i]Estermere guardhouse[/i]

“They were wearing WHAT?!” 
Captain Ironmaw of the Estermerean guard was not happy. Ever since a wood elf barged into his ‘naptime’ telling of a random camp which had established itself WITHOUT HIM KNOWING, he was not very happy indeed.
“Yes, Captain. Red.”
“RED?!” The captain stood up, upturning his chair in the process, and began pacing around the room. “You do know what RED means in Daiar, don’t you?”
“Uh, no, Captain.”
“They are NISCENI!” The captain stopped in front of his desk and brought a mighty claw down onto the table, jolting the ranger back. “The NISCENI are a bunch of corrupt, cunning, power-hungry, imperialistic SHITS!”
“Captain, calm down-”
“What do you mean, CALM DOWN, soldier?!” The captain was in a blind rage, and none knew better in Estermere than to disturb Captain Ironmaw’s rantings in one of his blind rages. “They sneaked into Rostguard, our beautiful country, UNDETECTED! No sense of alertness, the border guard boys!”
“Captain, I suggest you send some men over there right n-”

“And you bet I WILL!” The captain grumbled, turned to a nearby dragonborn aide, and screamed something in Draconic that neither aide nor wood elf would have wanted to fully comprehend. “HALF of this goddamn garrison!” Ironmaw lowered his voice to a threatening, cold tone - worse, way worse than his usual hollering. “And you know what, treehugger? Those Nisceni are in for a bad time.”