*Walks Down The Path, And See's A Pampflet flying towards me, half ripped. I Grasp For It With My Hands, Then Catch't It, But By Doing So, I Fall To The Ground, My Helmet Falls Off, And My Sword Falls Steady.*
"Bloody Hell, Who Knew It Weighed So Bloody Much?"
*Gets Up, Puts Helmet Back On My Small Head, And Picks Up Sword. The Reads The Pamplet.
Unaware By These Events, I Think Nothing Of It At First. Then I Think About The War Going On.
A Man Passes, Wearing All Red And Black, A Kilrox Cult Member, As I Admire.
My Brain Thinks Quick*
"Hail Friend! Would You Care To Look At My Supplies?" I say, trying not to raise suspicion.
He Stares At Me. Then Looks Down At My Pamplet.
'I See You Have A Pamplet. Are You Thinking Of Joining?'
I hesitate. The Choice Of Red Or Gold Was Not One I Considered. Finally, I Come Up With An Answer.
"I Try To Stay Out Of Wars, And Stay On The Buissness Side, My Friend"
Once Again, The Cultman Stares At Me. Almost Like He Never Seen A Dwarf Before.
'Everyone Must Choose A Side One Day, Dwarf. But The Right Choice Is Hard To Find.'
These Words Of Wisdom Are Planted In My Brain.
"I, er, will think about it..." I Snap.
The Man In Red Continues His Journey. I Hurry Along The Road.
The Choice Of Red Or Gold. Does It Really Have To Be Chosen? There Could Always Be A Way To Stay Out The War.
Soon, Later Down The Road, As The Gravel Clicks At Me Footsteps, I Am Stopped By A Gold Figure. A Gold Cruiser.
'Dwarf! Hold There!' He Yelled. I Froze.
"Yes, Lord?" I asked. Kindness Was Always An Option I Choose To Take.
'Have You Seen A Man In Red Down This Road? We Belive He May Be A Threat.'
I Turn My Head Around. I Remember He was Stood Right There.
But War Was Not A Place For Me, A Trader. And I Did Not Want To Be Part Of It.
Although...I Do Have Respect For The Cult. It Does Not Mean I Am With Them, Just A Friend.
"N-no Sire! I Did Not See Anyone Here Yet! Would You Like An Apple? Dirt Cheap!"
He Gives Me A Long Cold Look.
I Was Scared Out My Boots. I thought He Knew I was Lieing!
I Am Done For, I Am Going In, I am...
'Yes, An Apple Please. Patrols Do Get Restless.'
I Pull An Apple Out My Poach, Give It To Him.
"Keep It, It's Free!"
'Thank You Dwarf' He Mutters, And Walks Away.
I Turn. No Ones Looking.
Now's The Chance.
I Run Up To A Tree. With A Hammer And Nail, And Put The Pamplet On The Tree.
Then Walk Casual Down The Gravel Road.
Only Because You Respect A Faction, A Cult, Or Army, Does Not Mean You Have To Be With Them.
I Avoid Wars When I Can...
...But The Choice Of Red Or Gold? You Cannot Escape.