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[unweave]

Been a little quiet lately. Like the calm before one big shitstorm. With Wyver and Olympia only playing nice in public, anyone who went to the gala can attest there's still bad blood.

Maybe it's pettiness — politicians tend to be like that.

But, I'm not here to recycle the same shit everyone else is saying. So, I'll be blunt: don't get enchanted with either of them. Use 'em like they use their citizens, stay safe and adjust as much as you can — but getting starry-eyed over your new "home" could get you on the wrong side of conflict.

If you're looking to make cash and toe the morally gray line as much as possible, hit me up. I'm the one responsible for wasting parchment paper for all those jobs in the cities.

Name's Aranea. When you're ready to get off your ass and work, I'm always looking for capable hands.

[ The one in which Aranea puts a recruitment text out, I guess? ]

Comments

[unweave]

Fair enough. And, get paid for it.

Always a bonus. ;)

[baguablade]

It's nice when it works out that way.
But the way things are going, that'll probably be one of the choices we have to make, too.

[unweave]

I mean? It's either drinking the kool aid and join the royal guard, do subpar work or join up with me.

And not to toot my own horn but, I'm pretty confident in what I'm offering to the people.

[baguablade]

So what exactly are you offering?
And what is "drinking the kool aid"?

[unweave]

It's some term someone used. Sounds cool. Something about following someone without question.

I'm offering jobs. Always have, always will. That's it.

[baguablade]

How funny... The way people speak in other worlds is pretty fascinating!
Offering jobs is one way to help, but it's not going to stop a war.
I hope together we can find a way to do that, too.