"Your adulations are noted. There is no doubt your glowing recommendation was a big factor in my promotion." [Talking to her boss, so she's formal, but still reeling with excitement for her promotion]

"No! Well, yeah. I touched it. I was playing Clans & Legions. But I had no idea there was poison inside it!" [Mind racing. You've been accused of murder and are being asked if they'd find your prints on what contained the poison]

[Narration test] My fingers tremble as I open the box. I can hardly bear to look at what I think, I hope, lies inside. As the lid loosens, I make out a hint of red. My heart seizes up, and all the fur on my hide stands on end, and suddenly I'm just staring at it, biting my lip so I don't start bawling over Sergeant Skormak with big, fat tears that extinguish his flames. I rein in my emotions, puff my chest with pride, then take the red cord out of the box and drape it around my neck and under one arm. My first accolade. A copper token dangles from it with "Boros Wojek" printed around the rim. They've entrusted me to keep the peace in our lands, to combat injustice, and to seek out what is honorable and righteous.