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« on: August 29, 2015, 09:22:55 am »
Sara walks out the pleasantries having been exchanged. What a load of horseshit. If I was at my full power these pathetic 'nobles' would be groveling at my feet, begging me not to set their lands to the flame. And their blood would run red when I denied them. But no matter, there is war to make and other extravagant nobles who need to be cut down to size at the moment. Once my full power is reached, everyone will be equal. Equal as they die screaming.
With that mental monologue done, Sara goes to find a person good with numbers and handling money. After all, one can't expect HER to manage all her fiances.