Lilliane
Lilliane sighed. "So let me recap. The gods clearly regulated who was considered innocent and who wasn't. By rules which appeal to common sense. Which say something different for everyone. Because some people don't think they have to follow these rules. Do these statements not contradict one another?" She pinched the bridge of her nose with two fingers, brows furrowed.
"You can always talk to people and tell them what you intend to do. The issue is, I doubt you have any leverage for when they decide they don't feel like agreeing to your intentions." She shook her head again. "The main thing about a hiding place is that it needs to be hidden. Hiding a whole city is difficult. And for it to flourish, it needs trade. Which, since you seem to want this city to continue to exist after the war, is necessary. Because if the city doesn't flourish, what incentive do people have in remaining over returning to other, well-established cities?"
When Darkeye stopped, Lilliane stopped a few steps away from him. For a moment, she remained there, looking at him. When she spoke, it was slower, words chosen carefully. "I may have come to a wrong conclusion based on not having enough knowledge about your profession. This was meant neither as an insult to your person, nor your faith. Merely a reaction based on previous statements during our conversation. I am sorry if this has insulted you personally."
"You can always talk to people and tell them what you intend to do. The issue is, I doubt you have any leverage for when they decide they don't feel like agreeing to your intentions." She shook her head again. "The main thing about a hiding place is that it needs to be hidden. Hiding a whole city is difficult. And for it to flourish, it needs trade. Which, since you seem to want this city to continue to exist after the war, is necessary. Because if the city doesn't flourish, what incentive do people have in remaining over returning to other, well-established cities?"
When Darkeye stopped, Lilliane stopped a few steps away from him. For a moment, she remained there, looking at him. When she spoke, it was slower, words chosen carefully. "I may have come to a wrong conclusion based on not having enough knowledge about your profession. This was meant neither as an insult to your person, nor your faith. Merely a reaction based on previous statements during our conversation. I am sorry if this has insulted you personally."
It's always
the first step
that's the most
difficult to take
the first step
that's the most
difficult to take
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