I, Vargus, yet live, despite your wishes to the contrary. I despise traipsing about the countryside in this ridiculous armor.
Our latest orders have us heading towards Andorhal after grain or some such nonsense. Why should I care about the food stores in Andorhal, of all places? This entire notion of being in the army is ludicrous.
Rest assured, Aunt Heliana, that I will return for your inheritance; even if I become sorely wounded and am left without food, pure spite will drive me ever onward.