Oh what's this now?

The joy slowly drifted from Bastien's face as Nairi relayed a tale of a great war that happened in only two hours yet apparently had great consequences. Two hours?? In his experience wars usually took years, with battles and negotiations and skirmishes spreading out the conflicts until people usually forgot what it was they were actually fighting for. "...I...see. That...is not the Earth I know. Not at all." He said slowly, painting out a long line of purple along the bottom of the wall and thinking as he watched the paint gather at the top and drip down. "...What year is it, in your Earth? I am...well, it was 1773 when I left. I must admit I had little time for politics, but there was no talk of such a terrible war on the horizon." BASTIEN I'm feeling devious, you're looking glamourous