[Sucking up to a commander who is helping his war]

Well, well, Commander. You've only just taken command and already you are achieving splendid results. You dispatched those irksome Kislev units in a matter of days... I'm very impressed. 

[Addressing his kingdom crowd at a "Mortal Kombat" style tournament...minus the killing.  For the 500 Anniversary of Av"]

...Brave young men are spilling their blood on the front lines. Our army is the best, but the tides of war are uncertain. To protect the tradition of Aveh and preserve peace in this desert, we all must have unshaking resolve. 

The desert is a precious treasure passed down to us from our ancestors. Here we can forge our minds and bodies into one. Our teachers are the sun and wind. We are gathered here today, with our strong bodies forged by the desert. 

The sun above us is the same as that which burns over our fathers at the front. The wind blowing here is the same that which whisks our resolves and prayers to our sons at the front. This Tournament raises our spirits and renews our blessings from this desert we live in. 

Brave ones, warriors, fight well and do not shame our brothers at the front. Let the 338th Tournament begin!