The goal is ever moving. How can the Hesh guide his followers with such a drifting target? As I find myself nearing the battlefield to save the world from a prophecy of doom, the task changes. We are to recover the scrolls and then deliver them across the region. But first there are tasks that my party wishes to complete. Tiny and unimportant errands that they demand we deal with.
How irritating it is that they have chosen their own selfish desires over the salvation of all people! Why are we not riding with haste? Why do we drink and make merry in town? Why do we bother to stop and interfer with minor matters along the road. I swear, if this group of “heroes” continues to slow me down, I may strike them down myself and complete the final task alone.