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The new proclamation promised to make friends easier to find, then erected a tidy fence between their banners. Meho read the fine print with the expression of a magistrate discovering the law was written by ducks. Blaedy, naturally, remembered the promise word for word and used it as a cudgel.
Arrowyy thought the whole affair looked splendid until the fence was pointed out. He then joined Blaedy and Meho in recruiting every undecided soul to their village: cities, boats, a healer, a tank, and apparently powder. Arrowyy added dancers and a dwarf performance of uncertain dignity. Their little settlement may yet thrive, provided nobody asks what the boats are for.
Meho intends to play regardless, but angrily. This is the soundest plan anyone offered.