Fort De Bellegarde - Heresy
by an NPC
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The captain paces along the walls of the courtyard, giving his weekly speech to the men of Fort de Bellegarde about discipline.
"Make no mistake about it men, there are elves here in Tristain. The Royal Family may have said that they're not elves, and that they're going to enlighten Tristain. Well, I don't care about that. As far as I know, the pointy eared fiends could be elven HERETICS. Traitors to their own kind and everything they stand for. But they're still elves. That makes them TWICE AS HERETICAL!
Now that they're here, amongst us, let me lay down some ground rules for you dogs!
I want every single one of you to watch them closely if they're going around our base! Allowing them free reign of the fort is HERESY!
The elven 'officers' they've assigned us may speak of things such as equality between nobles and commoners. Do not listen to them! They speak of HERESY!
I don't care whether they can repair your armour ten times better and faster than John Smith down the road. Engaging their services is HERESY!
Despite how beautiful and cute their women are, they're still elves! Consorting with them on purpose and taking one to bed is HERESY!
If they start consorting with you and attempts to take you to bed, however unlikely that seems, you are to ignore them. To do otherwise is HERESY!
HERESY WILL BE STAMPED OUT WITH JUSTICE SEEKING FIREBALLS.
Have I made myself understood?! Yes. You in the back?"
"What about the pixies?"
"... yes, what about the pixies?"
"Are they elves?"
"... no."
"So, as a sort of, kind of just out of the way sort of question, would it be fine to consort with-"
"THAT'S EXTRA HERETICAL!"
"What about the catgirls then, sir?"
The captain turns to the fort chaplain behind him, and they have a short, but heated debate. The captain turns to the men, his face slightly flushed,
"... there are no objections to this."
And there was much rejoicing.