There is always something serious underfoot, always some crisis, the world always at the brink of a cataclysm that will undo it all.

[ There is something particularly tired in his words. Not too long ago he had needed to cave from his responsibilities and spend a night in casual conversation. It gave him just enough to take a few more steps forward... Until events following that beat him down him yet again. Now here he stands. Exhausted. Trudging ever onward. ]

I imagine you'll ignore what I suggest - as is your wont - but remember that all your efforts will be for naught if you die miserably.

[ He sighs and looks down to the rest of the hall at large. Despite acting wholly disinterested in what he's about to say his words seem a little more genuine. Even begrudgingly concerned. ]

If you insist on getting in trouble then the least you could do is tell me when you do.