Listen here, you insufferable nag, I am a Prince of the Earth. It is your duty, your purpose in life, to serve me with skill and good grace, and in return I and those like me shall make sure you live a life of health and relative comfort. If you do not, I shall call up the ferocious power at my command and blast you into a fine red mist across this mountainside. Do you understand?

And then Harp pulls out her map, and Saram Zen stops silently cursing his stubborn pony long enough to pay attention.

"I'd favour camping. The absolute last thing we need is for one of our mounts to trip over a pothole in the dark and break a leg." he says, slowly flexing his aching joints and wincing slightly.