{You don't have to stick around. Unless you like staring at where I was.}
{'Spose I should say my real name, for your information.}
{Though you probably won't know who I am if I said. But- y'know- if its' a private conversation, I prefer my real name.}
{Which is Hamilcar.}
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post{Oh- usually he diversified based on what was popular. One year, we'd trade and move dyes from one place to another to sell on to interested merchants- next year, it'd be hides or spices.}
{But on the whole- my father did a lot of moving. Keeping supply chains going.}
{As his firstborn son, I was put into the Golden Band. Government-owned mercenaries- an elite, available for hire troop. A way for the government to make extra income through the willingness of the Merchant class to spend money for protection of trade routes- particularly ones on the sea.}
{Went on a few adventures as escorts because of that.}
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-She pokes it, and it rolls a little on the benchtop-
-Fascinated-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-She holds her hand out, taking a deep breath-
-Then for a split second she reaches... in?-
-And presents Wade with the big avocado seed, smiling-
-The avocado is untouched-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

I asked you, man.
dead devotion