Attention! Get me blue bracken fern!
Oh, pardon! At ease... un, I meant to say... how are you? You are not in the army. Force of habit, you know. My name is Margathon. I've been an officer of this band of pigs for over 500 years now. And if you slack of only once, these worms will take you for a fool before you know it. BE that as it may, we have a serious problem. We must make new arrow heads to defend the camp. The best poison for arrows is the one made from blue bracken fern. Would you get us this poison? We would go ourselves, but we would need the General's orders for such a foray, and he has bee missing for a while now.