Lance, huh? And you're going to go get my sword... this dream is so dumb!

[he kicks his feet, able to dislodge some of the kindling piled up at his feet. This is not good.]

Hey- Do something first- there's a water bucket over there- [he points with a foot, indicating something like a well not far away] -dump it on the firewood they're piling up for me, you got that?

[bossy, bossy, but also he's in pretty dire situation so manners are the last things on his mind. (Would he normally be any more polite? Probably not, but this is sort of an excuse).]