Master Norman has led us east along the road, looking for the landmarks that will lead us to the Jasperlode mine.
"We're actually going to investigate this mine business?" I ask.
"I don't see why not," Norman says.
"You realize this is a huge waste of time, don't you?" I protest.
Norman gives a halfhearted shrug, "Look, this is what the guards want us to do. They know what the people around here need. We have to help the people of Azeroth somehow."
We hang a left off the path and plunge into the woods. A few minutes later we reach the bustling kobold city that the Marshal Dughan hilariously referred to as the "Jasperlode Mine".
"Okay then," I say. "I think we can safely say this place is overrun. Let's head back."
"No," Norman says. "We have to scout the mines."
"We just did. It's kobold central. Let's go get paid."
"We have to scout inside."
"Just say we did. You know it's just more kobolds inside."
"Are you suggesting I lie?" Norman asks, offended.
"I would never dream of such OF COURSE I'M TELLING YOU TO LIE. What kind of advice did you expect to get when you summoned a demon? Besides, this is barely lying at all, anyway. You know anyone that goes in there is going to be up to their ass in kobolds in about three seconds."
"I'm not lying to the Marshal," Norman insists.
"This lie is for their own good. You're telling them what they need to know. You're doing them a favor."
"Lying is out of the question! Now get in there."
"This is completely stupid and pointless. I don't see why we don't just-"
"AS YOUR MASTER, I COMMAND YOU TO-"
"Yeah. Yeah. Okay," I sigh. "No need to get pushy."