Airek becomes more frazzled as Glynhial explains it all to him.

AIREK:
> *Save the world?* Who says the world *needs* saving?

GLYNHIAL:
> *I* do.

AIREK:
> But -- from *what*?

GLYNHIAL:
> Details, details.

All of this is stressing Airek out.

GLYNHIAL:
> All that's important right now is that the job needs to be *done*. And it falls to *Glynhial* to do it. Poor Baughb is simply in over his head. Leave the *cosmic* work to the faerie, I told him. *You* worry about raising our *new army*.

AIREK:
> *Army?*

A few elves study a poster on a wall. It features Baughb wearing an Uncle Sam costume.

POSTER:
> BAUGHB WANTS YOU FOR THE ELVEN ARMY

BOY:
> Are you going to be a *soldier*, daddy?

DADDY:
> Er -- I --

WISEGUY ELF:
> It's *nothing*. Ol' boy's just *nostalgic*. Easy paycheck says I!