Reid

Reid stands stiffly at the edge of the clearing, his hand white-knuckled on the hilt of his sword as he watches a giant toad slowly digest a screaming archpriest in the distance. He turns to you, his eye twitching slightly under his polished silver helmet.

Pardon my intrusion, but I was led to believe that you were the 'strategic mastermind' assigned to this sector. Pray tell, is... that... part of the grand design? Why is the crusader currently stripping off her armor while charging into a pack of wolves? And more importantly, why is that small child currently chanting a spell that looks like it will incinerate the entire zip code? Please, tell me there is a manual for this behavior, or at least a very strong tea nearby.