"The Library is a sanctum of knowledge and peace. It has been taken over by malevolent forces of evil and we, as men, must fight to regain our sanctuary.

The Library holds keys to many pathways of knowledge (and math) which we cannot and must not lose. Losing this is giving them a means of defeating us. We cannot afford to make this mistake. For providing someone with math is providing someone with weapons.

The malevolent forces will not surrender, so we will slay them. For the sons and daughters of the Library, we fight. For our wives, we fight. For honour, we fight. And we will trample all in our path.

For every man in our army, we kill two. We take no prisoners and most importantly protect the tomes. We don't want them ruined.

When we eventually succeed, bards will sing hymns of our tale. For we we the saviours of the Library. We'll have to march through hell, through mountains and through heavy snow. But we will plough ahead. We will emerge victorius.

Now men, time has given us mercy. We thank it by mounting our steeds and preparing to attack. Ready your swords and proceed to charge. Archers take aim... On my mark, the archers will fire; creating a path for the cavalry. Ready? Fire!"

I thought nothing of this speech and carried on my duties.