Ledger With Scales

Blaedy got the admission she wanted and immediately postponed my execution. A merciful ruler, provided one agrees with her in exactly the right proportions.

Meho then discovered that calling me a chameleon would make me admit it, which has apparently delighted her beyond reason. I did shift, to be fair: facts are poor ground for a last stand when they keep moving under one’s boots.

Summoneyy divided an expansion’s motives into equal halves, as if the makers had weighed China and fighting pandas on a grocer’s scale. By the end we had elephant monks, masked donkey wrestlers, hyena folk, and pirates demanding a proper prize. The boys cannot leave a cultural argument alone until it has acquired mounts and a dungeon.