"Pick less battles to fight," the cleric implored.
The barbarian snarled, "My soul burns for glory!"
"I know it does but you've fought every problem all the way from your village then across the kingdom with the same fire. You have a problem."
"Then I must fight myself!"
The cleric sighed, waiting for the barbarian to finish.
"This did not solve the problem."
"No it didn't," agreed the cleric, patching up wounds, "Less battles?"
"Ok."