“Lord Sylas, Lord of the Lands and Guardian of the Wandering, I, Sergeant Lance Walker, humbly greet you on this long night.” Spoken with respect

“We entered these lands to…collect samples, Lord Sylas. My superi- cuts himself off in correction elders requested it be done in an attempt to uncover more about the nature of these woods.” Speak this normally

“Because we know that you can not hold back the night forever, and any chance we have to protect those we serve is a chance worth taking.” A little flustered and a little upset