What a hell of a welcome. I'm sorry. But there's so much still to do outside before the weather closes, and we have to tackle all the dreary minutiæ on weapons and theory where all your knightly warriors start losing their tempers and you have to go through a deadly routine of light relief with competitions and war jokes and community singing, and long, long stories of rape and battle and Generals I have Known.
"What a hell of a welcome. I'm sorry," the narrator begins, expressing initial regret for the rough reception. They feel a sense of urgency to get outside and finish their work before bad weather sets in, highlighting the chaotic and demanding environment they’re in.
"We have to tackle all the dreary minutiæ on weapons and theory," she continues, describing the routine struggles faced by the warriors. During tense moments, they resort...
