Good citizen of Galmair,
I, Sir Dantagon Marescot, do not for aid simply to call for aid to deal with a Cadomyrian problem. I call upon you to help deal with an Illarion problem! You wish for compensation for your efforts? Very well then! Your compensation is your livelihoods, your town, your families! This demon who sits deep down in Letma threatens us all!
I will not lie to you. This will not be the final battle. This will not be the killing blow to the forces of Letma. But it will be a powerful blow, an incapacitating one! We will push the forces of evil back from our lands, Illarion lands, holy lands, and we will force the demon to retreat to Letma. And the next battle we fight, we will fight deep in the heart of enemy territory and we will destroy them!
It is your choice as to if you will meet us upon the market square in one dwarven day. It is your choice as to if you will march forth with us. It is your choice.
But for those who choose to stay home and refuse to fight, you too have made a choice. And that choice is to not fight for your lands. That choice is to allow for others to die attempting to save Illarion from this great evil.
We shall see upon the morrow who chooses to cower in their town! And we shall see who is willing to band together to fight against the forces of evil! The choice is yours.