>>5384823>?I wouldn't say we're any kind of creature to swim particularly hard against the tides of fate, if anything, we've learned it's smarter to try and roll with them as much as possible and minimize damage. We couldn't fight our way out of the schemes of the Intelligence Office for example, so we took the safest way to escape with the least immediate collateral, which was gaining enough clout to afford some breathing space and time to build a "protective shell", if you will, and aiming to get out from the top in one piece and not in several fine ones from the bottom
Yet at the same time, we can't help but live as an anachronism. We've spent this last year going here and there about a world of shifting societal expectations and the unorthodox bridging of castes, always instinctively acting out the role of Ritter and in doing so, spreading ourselves uncomfortably further across the lines between peasantry and nobility. While it would be unfair to describe our way through life as being backwards yet, there are many alive today who would say we appear to walk awkwardly sideways.
>What do you want to speak about? Try to limit it to what’s most important- you don’t know how long this dream may last.We promised to share stories, so tell him we how we met Anya and subsequently deflated her childhood crush with an unremarkable punch in the nose and a 47mm shell through the window, but how, hopefully, we made up for it by making her our retinue, then doing the secret handshake together and pinning a medal on her.
How through lucky circumstance and a teaspoon of IO meddling we happened to get Helman's sabre back and ask what inspired his own drive to find it.
Ask who this supposed son of his, that Schweinmann has acting in charge of the Hogs, could be and how such a person could exist, if what we were told of Hel's inability to produce children is still to be believed.
Why didn't he and our mother get along?
