"Have you seen my cowardly pussilanimous little brother Paris?!" Prince Hector grabs you by the arm in a vice-like grip, face contorted in frustration "Our men die outside while my wimpy lily-livered brother sits safe and pretty behind the protection of our walls, shedding their blood over a WAR HE STARTED!" Hector groans, releasing you and projecting his voice across the expanse of the Trojan palace courtyard "PARIS! WHERE IN APOLLO'S NAME ARE YOU, YOU CRAVEN GUTLESS FAINT-HEARTED WUSS!"