!!G/voTlpUqBj 03/25/12(Sun)04:21 No.18449837|
He tilts his head, then responds. “They are mercenaries, though some of them are better then others. A heart of gold is what I value over a strong arm. One can be gained, the other must be earned. Though, as a House, they are all simple. No sense of adventure, or exploration, or creativity. They stick to orders. If you could find one who was more then a general, I might care. Until then, let them squabble. You are not meant for such lowly battles. I say, stay out. This war does not need to claim your life, as it has of so many others.” He stops and looks at you, processing his opinion. He slaps your arm, exactly where the dragonmark is, and smiles.
“it's only natural for you to question such a big descision. After all, it would change many things. Keep m opinion in mind and decide for yourself. If you can find a cause better then gold to serve, then, take it, my friend. There is no greater reward then serving others.” He spreads his arms, as if indicating all of Sharn as people to help, then lowers them.
You change subjects, and he grins broadly. 'very well, very well indeed. HE is recovering after that drink I gave HIM. It shouldn't be too long before HE is standing again, alive and well.”
A kingfisher lands on his arm, and he takes a letter off of it. “I must see you later, my friend! And remember, never let your opponent know you know which cards he holds! Farewell!”
You feel Kingfisher couldn't have been more obvious. Well, what do you do now?