I found myself nodding to their points as I walked past them. Why was this war even a thing, actually? Was it because of land? Expansionist ambitions? A grudge match between eternal rivals? Or maybe it was even an unforeseen result of a seemingly small event that spiraled way out of control? Who knows, really?
Shrugging at the possibilities, I made my way through the city streets, making sure that I committed my chosen path to memory as I spotted the one store I scouted out earlier. It was a good thing that I always stashed a few coins on my person for this exact reason. There was always a chance that we might need to buy something after all. And since we're basically guaranteed to leave the capital after this, I might as well splurge and get myself something to eat as well.
"Welcome, lad," the shopkeeper greeted me. "Find something you like?"
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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