"[color=ec008c]Without bread, peasants, soon or late / Will lose taste for their potentate[/color]."

The words of Geres Graythrone are delivered wryly by the young Tumari warrior as he fishes some rations from his pack.

"[color=ec008c] I'm less concerned about breakfast, Captain, than I am about this orcish incursion you mentioned. How do you like your chances against them?[/color]"