Written By Preston
July 10, 2019, 7:45 a.m.(6/9/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Alecstazi
The prince of Thrax comments on the Valorous Few and perhaps on mercenaries more generally. I must admit, I am dull and predictable - I am wary of any who fight first for money. It places one at risk of dishonour, it pulls at the bonds of oaths. It is a path surrounded by murky waters, the beasts from which could at any time pounce from the depths to drag you away from the Gods. The Templars' displeasure with mercenaries and their actions has been clear in the past, with our issues with the Crimson Blades and their orders under Prince Alistair.
But what I will say is they are often the most honest of the secular forces we deal with. They are often the most willing to discuss matters with us. Now, I know this is because their motives are obvious - they want coin, and to survive to spend it. But some mercenary commanders have also been most willing to own errors and step up and pay with that same coin to rectify mistakes. Baroness Violet of the Crimson Blades is one such.
I never met Audric, I knew him only by reputation - I do not think we would have liked one another. I think the disagreements between myself and Prima Shard are written in the whites for the ages. But I have never found them to be dishonest. While I may often think Prima Shard is wrong, often self defeating, I may think she is at least half the cause of whatever distance she feels between herself and others in the Compact, I have never doubted that she earnestly held the views she espoused. And that earnestness is built on her experiences.
We each see the world from our own perspective. As a prince, as an outcast, as an orphan. As a noble, as a mercenary or as a knight of the Faith. Perhaps what is best is to agree on a common view of the future, than arguing over our perceptions of the past?
But what I will say is they are often the most honest of the secular forces we deal with. They are often the most willing to discuss matters with us. Now, I know this is because their motives are obvious - they want coin, and to survive to spend it. But some mercenary commanders have also been most willing to own errors and step up and pay with that same coin to rectify mistakes. Baroness Violet of the Crimson Blades is one such.
I never met Audric, I knew him only by reputation - I do not think we would have liked one another. I think the disagreements between myself and Prima Shard are written in the whites for the ages. But I have never found them to be dishonest. While I may often think Prima Shard is wrong, often self defeating, I may think she is at least half the cause of whatever distance she feels between herself and others in the Compact, I have never doubted that she earnestly held the views she espoused. And that earnestness is built on her experiences.
We each see the world from our own perspective. As a prince, as an outcast, as an orphan. As a noble, as a mercenary or as a knight of the Faith. Perhaps what is best is to agree on a common view of the future, than arguing over our perceptions of the past?
Written By Preston
July 10, 2019, 7:27 a.m.(6/9/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Aureth
The Legate is most wise - as he ever is. I just hope more of the children of the Faith understand, and do not allow fascination or a desire for understanding to morph into holding mistaken trust in these foreign emissaries.
Written By Gwenna
July 10, 2019, 7:22 a.m.(6/9/1011 AR)
The wrap party for The Wager of Hearts was an absolute delight! Having the opportunity to play Lady Amaryllis in the production is an experience I do not think I will ever forget. Lady Evonleigh is truly to be commended and I would nearly jump at the chance to work with her again. Her gifts to us all were so touching, and it was a thrill to see my name in the programs she made available to those who attended. Both will be proudly displayed in the Redrain Grand Library.
While I am a bit sad that the show has concluded, it was such a joy to gather at the Bard's College with everyone who made it come to life. I sincerely enjoyed the event, getting to chat with dear friends and new acquaintances throughout the night. Princess Zara Valardin and the Nightingale, Gianna Whisper, put on a fabulous affair, at which I enjoyed myself immensely. Much to my regret, I had to depart a bit early, but I took even more fond memories with me from the evening.
While I am a bit sad that the show has concluded, it was such a joy to gather at the Bard's College with everyone who made it come to life. I sincerely enjoyed the event, getting to chat with dear friends and new acquaintances throughout the night. Princess Zara Valardin and the Nightingale, Gianna Whisper, put on a fabulous affair, at which I enjoyed myself immensely. Much to my regret, I had to depart a bit early, but I took even more fond memories with me from the evening.
Written By Elisha
July 10, 2019, 1:37 a.m.(6/9/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Dianara
Tehom:
I watch you from this damp branch,
the cunning sun
across your sullen face,
your mouth curled, beautiful, angry--a child's lips
that linger on a word.
Lagoma:
Your sisters, from the same Elysian womb torn,
cross the red sea of our maddening mother
through a wave-tossed sail-furled storm
and drown themselves
in your soft-throated mercy.
Tescelina:
She applies her passions like
a pyre that burns the vellum of her flesh,
into a cloud of ash
that charts the arrival of the new banner,
and the betrayal of the old.
Preston:
Even a newborn arrives in the world
with bloody hands.
To fight with honor is to fight with honor and
that double-edged sword leaves us
no choice except endings.
Dianara:
The stars know neither east nor west,
No moon rises; we have dreamed, cursed and blessed,
Of this contract through many Reckonings hurled,
To that bright reflection of our waking world
That sleeps on its pivot, the heart of rest.
(There are at least two kinds of stories: dramas and dreams. Every scene in a drama brings us closer to the end. Every scene in a dream bring us a new beginning. Every drama is staged within a dream, but no dream is contained by a drama. A dream understood by a drama is mere prophesy, or fantasy. The Silence, The Certainty, The Eater of Stories; all are welcome into my dramas. I raise them by clever mechanisms from the trap room. Never into my dreams. If the massacre of Abandoned children is the price of admission we gladly pay, the silencing of Abandoned dreams is )
I watch you from this damp branch,
the cunning sun
across your sullen face,
your mouth curled, beautiful, angry--a child's lips
that linger on a word.
Lagoma:
Your sisters, from the same Elysian womb torn,
cross the red sea of our maddening mother
through a wave-tossed sail-furled storm
and drown themselves
in your soft-throated mercy.
Tescelina:
She applies her passions like
a pyre that burns the vellum of her flesh,
into a cloud of ash
that charts the arrival of the new banner,
and the betrayal of the old.
Preston:
Even a newborn arrives in the world
with bloody hands.
To fight with honor is to fight with honor and
that double-edged sword leaves us
no choice except endings.
Dianara:
The stars know neither east nor west,
No moon rises; we have dreamed, cursed and blessed,
Of this contract through many Reckonings hurled,
To that bright reflection of our waking world
That sleeps on its pivot, the heart of rest.
(There are at least two kinds of stories: dramas and dreams. Every scene in a drama brings us closer to the end. Every scene in a dream bring us a new beginning. Every drama is staged within a dream, but no dream is contained by a drama. A dream understood by a drama is mere prophesy, or fantasy. The Silence, The Certainty, The Eater of Stories; all are welcome into my dramas. I raise them by clever mechanisms from the trap room. Never into my dreams. If the massacre of Abandoned children is the price of admission we gladly pay, the silencing of Abandoned dreams is )
Written By Mabelle
July 10, 2019, 1:05 a.m.(6/8/1011 AR)
For my 18th birthday I received a new dress,
Voluminous and shiny and aimed to impress.
I was not quite happy as it did not fit well,
The colors not mine, it wasn’t quite “Belle”.
But my mother has taught me to always be kind
I was grateful, appreciative, to my instincts blind
I paraded my dress from summer to Fall,
But I did not like it, I could not stand tall.
One day a thread has escaped from the stitch,
The fabric turned unpleasant, making me itch.
Unwisely I pulled at the thread, that stray
And quickly a hole formed to my dismay.
The shape was lost, the stitches were loose
The dress was ruined, it was no longer of use.
All blamed me, pointing out it’s my fault,
“You did not guard it well, it belongs in a vault”
They did not know the dress was frilly,
The fabric a fake, the embroideries silly,
I could not prevent it from falling apart,
I claimed my innocence, crossing my heart.
I walked for a year, my eyes looking down
Avoiding the fingers, wagging around,
Until this evening, the tailor came forth,
He admitted it was made with such little worth,
The fabric was cheap, he lied of the cost,
I’d tell you the rest, but the purpose is lost.
My head held higher to hear him confess,
And I promised to never wear another dress.
Voluminous and shiny and aimed to impress.
I was not quite happy as it did not fit well,
The colors not mine, it wasn’t quite “Belle”.
But my mother has taught me to always be kind
I was grateful, appreciative, to my instincts blind
I paraded my dress from summer to Fall,
But I did not like it, I could not stand tall.
One day a thread has escaped from the stitch,
The fabric turned unpleasant, making me itch.
Unwisely I pulled at the thread, that stray
And quickly a hole formed to my dismay.
The shape was lost, the stitches were loose
The dress was ruined, it was no longer of use.
All blamed me, pointing out it’s my fault,
“You did not guard it well, it belongs in a vault”
They did not know the dress was frilly,
The fabric a fake, the embroideries silly,
I could not prevent it from falling apart,
I claimed my innocence, crossing my heart.
I walked for a year, my eyes looking down
Avoiding the fingers, wagging around,
Until this evening, the tailor came forth,
He admitted it was made with such little worth,
The fabric was cheap, he lied of the cost,
I’d tell you the rest, but the purpose is lost.
My head held higher to hear him confess,
And I promised to never wear another dress.
Written By Peri
July 10, 2019, 1 a.m.(6/8/1011 AR)
I am glad people are sharing their thoughts on the visitors from Cardia and Jadairal. They give me reflections to study.
Foreign lands have been an interest of mind since childhood. I have investigated this matter and found that only every few years or so a traveler from Cardia reaches us, and that visitors from Nefer'khat or Jadairal are much more rare. It is exceedingly hard to learn about the lives of people like us from those lands. We find bits of ancient history and grudges held over millennia. We do not know what type of houses they live in, what rivers they ford, what they eat. The "Wager of Hearts" just closed in Arx. What could I learn from /their/ playwrights? What is life like for noble or commoner?
I trust them the same as I trust us - if you want to know about Pearlspire, ask me or anyone from Pearlspire. You can trust us to be ourselves. I think the same will be true for their peoples.
I have a goal of one day traveling to foreign lands much like Prince Cerdic Valardin did. I don't have a ship like the Nightstar, but I can see the progress being made in shipbuilding. In the past few years we have gained an ability to reach as far as the Suthryn Wastes - You can read about the travels of the Victorious in the Map Room of the Society of Explorers and the travels of the Carlotta in the whites to see evidence of that.
I would not go to any of them for matters of faith. If I understood the praetor right, the people in Cardia think our gods are alfar except for maybe Aion. It was very confusing; do not take my word on it. In contrast, the emissary from Jadairal called their faith the Grace of the Thirteen and said that they worship Skald. They at least sound like they worship our gods, though I question their understanding of Skald.
Foreign lands have been an interest of mind since childhood. I have investigated this matter and found that only every few years or so a traveler from Cardia reaches us, and that visitors from Nefer'khat or Jadairal are much more rare. It is exceedingly hard to learn about the lives of people like us from those lands. We find bits of ancient history and grudges held over millennia. We do not know what type of houses they live in, what rivers they ford, what they eat. The "Wager of Hearts" just closed in Arx. What could I learn from /their/ playwrights? What is life like for noble or commoner?
I trust them the same as I trust us - if you want to know about Pearlspire, ask me or anyone from Pearlspire. You can trust us to be ourselves. I think the same will be true for their peoples.
I have a goal of one day traveling to foreign lands much like Prince Cerdic Valardin did. I don't have a ship like the Nightstar, but I can see the progress being made in shipbuilding. In the past few years we have gained an ability to reach as far as the Suthryn Wastes - You can read about the travels of the Victorious in the Map Room of the Society of Explorers and the travels of the Carlotta in the whites to see evidence of that.
I would not go to any of them for matters of faith. If I understood the praetor right, the people in Cardia think our gods are alfar except for maybe Aion. It was very confusing; do not take my word on it. In contrast, the emissary from Jadairal called their faith the Grace of the Thirteen and said that they worship Skald. They at least sound like they worship our gods, though I question their understanding of Skald.
Written By Bhandn
July 9, 2019, 11:35 p.m.(6/8/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Sophie
I greatly enjoyed my long overdue talk over tea with our Mother Mercy. While it was a bit disappointing that no one intruded upon our discussion, as I rather wanted to see if any of my colleagues would be brazen enough to desire the consequences of which I gave warning, the conversation itself was more than worth the wait. Not only will I have to remember to bring only honey, and much more than I did today -- we both take quite a bit of it, it turns out -- but I will have to bring a second pot, to set on the fire while we enjoy the first.
Let this record show she has my support, after what we discussed today. I very much look forward to another such talk, when time allows.
Let this record show she has my support, after what we discussed today. I very much look forward to another such talk, when time allows.
Written By Helena
July 9, 2019, 10:44 p.m.(6/8/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Malcolm
Northerners told stories of Skald long before he was considered a god. One legend is that he is a shapeshifter, and can turn into a pack of wolves.
Written By Wren
July 9, 2019, 7:36 p.m.(6/8/1011 AR)
My mornings in the market are always my favorite part of my day. I get to visit with Bertha and inquire about her family while I enjoy observing as the city begins to come alive, to feel the rhythm and pulse, the heartbeat of the city, of Civilization. Few things bring me more satisfaction than the bustle and hustle of the market. Indeed, it is always immeasurable to strike a good deal with another merchant or on behalf of my lord patron, to calculate those silver knights as they go from pouch to palm to pouch again. I cannot deny that it is euphoric, and I chase that feeling with glee.
It is also good to work with other merchants, to see them rise ever higher as they take to their wings. I'm an opportunistic bird, but I do enjoy seeing others succeed. I'll never forget about my success in the process, though. One should never fail to take care of their own needs, wants, and desires.
I won't.
It is also good to work with other merchants, to see them rise ever higher as they take to their wings. I'm an opportunistic bird, but I do enjoy seeing others succeed. I'll never forget about my success in the process, though. One should never fail to take care of their own needs, wants, and desires.
I won't.
Written By Duarte
July 9, 2019, 5:21 p.m.(6/8/1011 AR)
A day and night at the Shrine of Petrichor, and this completes my time with the triad of creation.
It is altogether overwhelming and humbling to realize the gifts Petrichor bestows.
It is altogether overwhelming and humbling to realize the gifts Petrichor bestows.
Written By Domonico
July 9, 2019, 3:38 p.m.(6/8/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Alexio
He may not have continued in the martial pursuits typical of those from Souhport but Messere Alexio has undoubtably found his true calling in his profession of a merchant.
The speed and efficiency of his sourcing of enough pyran fireweave to have a cloak made was truly outstanding. I'm truly impressed by him and recommend his services.
The speed and efficiency of his sourcing of enough pyran fireweave to have a cloak made was truly outstanding. I'm truly impressed by him and recommend his services.
Written By Aureth
July 9, 2019, 2:35 p.m.(6/8/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Preston
Struggling to trust them is wise. In fact, I would encourage you to cease struggling and simply do not do so, except in so far as you trust them to honor their own agendas and priorities.
Written By Willow
July 9, 2019, 2:28 p.m.(6/8/1011 AR)
the sea
the surface is warm
but the depths as ice
in the dark where light balks to live
the tide
ever lasting, never the same
who can say what stranger's shores
what waters, will unite?
ever strangers
no two touches ever the same
yet the kiss, embrace, never ends
between sand and shore
my love
you are as the sea
warm, salt, and full of mystery
the surface is warm
but the depths as ice
in the dark where light balks to live
the tide
ever lasting, never the same
who can say what stranger's shores
what waters, will unite?
ever strangers
no two touches ever the same
yet the kiss, embrace, never ends
between sand and shore
my love
you are as the sea
warm, salt, and full of mystery
Written By Cassimir
July 9, 2019, 12:24 p.m.(6/7/1011 AR)
Never before have I felt as socially inept as here in this lively city; I pin all my hopes of continued survival upon the decorum and patience of my betters.
Written By Alecstazi
July 9, 2019, 11:24 a.m.(6/7/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Shard
There is no need to defend your courage to me, I have never belittled your contributions to the defense of the Compact. My words spoke to your statements of loathing butchery when you work as a sellsword for one of the most brutal mercenary groups in Arvum. And you clearly are attempting to make us a better people, hence the lecturing and hectoring and excoriating that you do within the pages of these journals. And that is fair and fine, we are all entitled to our opinions and we are charged by Vellichor to share such things.
Why would I ignore what I asked for? You are not a martyr, do stop painting yourself as one.
When raiders attack us, yes, they should be killed. And I believe you must stop killing when they are all dead, yes? I do not know what stories you have heard, but I can tell you from my personal experience, that if we are responding to a raid, we are not simply going to lay waste to the first people we find. If the raiders take the time to frame another group for their wrong doing... why place the blame on us? Do they not deserve the scorn for setting up these so-called innocents? Why is the burden on the victim? You say yourself that those who were framed are not inclined to explain the situation, because they hate us. So I ask... what justice is in this? Are you saying that those who attack us should simply go unpunished because they might have been framed or are unwilling to defend themselves?
They *are* on our land. If you have an issue with this, you can take it up with the King. That is well above my level of decision making, thank you very much. And yes, if a tribe does the right thing and rejoin the Compact they *do* get to stay where they were. And their work is exchanged for protection, assurances that they will not starve, that they will have access to education and medical care and all of the other things that come with being a citizen of the Compact.
The Nox'alfar, Jadairal, Cardia and Eurus are all governed by bodies that can and do engage in diplomacy and trade. Abandoned tribes are, by definition, criminals and trade with them is strictly forbidden by our laws. There is also no government to speak of, if they wish to join the Compact I know countless Houses looking for more serfs, soldiers or vassals. We do negotiate with tribes that make efforts to join the Compact and bend the knee. Your comparison of how we treat with Cardia and Abandoned is nonsense at best, and at worst, being deliberately obtuse. See above, regarding Cardia being a united kingdom with a governmental body that can be dealt with, with diplomacy. There is no such Abandoned body.
Again, you speak as though your opinion were fact. You say that it is not that we follow laws, but rather that the Abandoned have no power -- again, a patently false statement. The Abandoned outnumber the Compact by a factor of ten or more. They are entirely dangerous to us by sheer numbers alone. Fragmented as they are, and thank the gods for it, no. They could not destroy the Compact. But because they are fractious, rebellious and generally unwilling to submit to law and order, we do, by our willingness to work together, manage to stay strong.
Yes. If you were born Abandoned, you were born a criminal. Welcome to the laws of the land. If you have issue with it, there are several magistrates and of course the King available to speak to about them.
I did ask for ideas and suggestions, because if you cannot offer them, then what is the point? You say we're doing it all wrong but until there are viable options, how can there be a change? I wouldn't call the Undying Empire or Cardia enemies? I do not know of any Abandoned that have joined either as allies, so I'm not entirely sure what you mean here. As to ensuring their hatred of us... perhaps they ought to stop raiding us and rethink their positions as criminals. Stop breaking the law, rejoin civilization, honor the gods and there will be no need for conflict. You paint them all as victims, when they are the ones who break laws and attack *us*.
Please tell me you yell at them too?
Why would I ignore what I asked for? You are not a martyr, do stop painting yourself as one.
When raiders attack us, yes, they should be killed. And I believe you must stop killing when they are all dead, yes? I do not know what stories you have heard, but I can tell you from my personal experience, that if we are responding to a raid, we are not simply going to lay waste to the first people we find. If the raiders take the time to frame another group for their wrong doing... why place the blame on us? Do they not deserve the scorn for setting up these so-called innocents? Why is the burden on the victim? You say yourself that those who were framed are not inclined to explain the situation, because they hate us. So I ask... what justice is in this? Are you saying that those who attack us should simply go unpunished because they might have been framed or are unwilling to defend themselves?
They *are* on our land. If you have an issue with this, you can take it up with the King. That is well above my level of decision making, thank you very much. And yes, if a tribe does the right thing and rejoin the Compact they *do* get to stay where they were. And their work is exchanged for protection, assurances that they will not starve, that they will have access to education and medical care and all of the other things that come with being a citizen of the Compact.
The Nox'alfar, Jadairal, Cardia and Eurus are all governed by bodies that can and do engage in diplomacy and trade. Abandoned tribes are, by definition, criminals and trade with them is strictly forbidden by our laws. There is also no government to speak of, if they wish to join the Compact I know countless Houses looking for more serfs, soldiers or vassals. We do negotiate with tribes that make efforts to join the Compact and bend the knee. Your comparison of how we treat with Cardia and Abandoned is nonsense at best, and at worst, being deliberately obtuse. See above, regarding Cardia being a united kingdom with a governmental body that can be dealt with, with diplomacy. There is no such Abandoned body.
Again, you speak as though your opinion were fact. You say that it is not that we follow laws, but rather that the Abandoned have no power -- again, a patently false statement. The Abandoned outnumber the Compact by a factor of ten or more. They are entirely dangerous to us by sheer numbers alone. Fragmented as they are, and thank the gods for it, no. They could not destroy the Compact. But because they are fractious, rebellious and generally unwilling to submit to law and order, we do, by our willingness to work together, manage to stay strong.
Yes. If you were born Abandoned, you were born a criminal. Welcome to the laws of the land. If you have issue with it, there are several magistrates and of course the King available to speak to about them.
I did ask for ideas and suggestions, because if you cannot offer them, then what is the point? You say we're doing it all wrong but until there are viable options, how can there be a change? I wouldn't call the Undying Empire or Cardia enemies? I do not know of any Abandoned that have joined either as allies, so I'm not entirely sure what you mean here. As to ensuring their hatred of us... perhaps they ought to stop raiding us and rethink their positions as criminals. Stop breaking the law, rejoin civilization, honor the gods and there will be no need for conflict. You paint them all as victims, when they are the ones who break laws and attack *us*.
Please tell me you yell at them too?
Written By Arik
July 9, 2019, 11:02 a.m.(6/7/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Alecstazi
Zealotry is something which is endless and heedless. It cannot be reasoned with, it cannot be argued with. Not all zealotry is to the Pantheon, divinely inspired with passion. Some zealotry is born of hatred and pettiness. Uppity rabble that twists itself to the same shape at the end of every outward push. No matter what truth is provided, their truth is that you are the greater evil and they the lesser. Their thumb of the scale ensures their world view and their zealotry is never swayed. It's a tidy arrangement.
Written By Evangeline
July 9, 2019, 10:47 a.m.(6/7/1011 AR)
My time in Arx has been enjoyable and profitable. I find myself looking forward to negotiating with various merchants in the market. There is something thrilling about being in the midst of chaos, hearing the shouts of the merchants selling their wares, attempting to outbid their competitors.
The rush of adrenaline hits me; the amount of power and control I wield is addicting and of course knowing I am getting the most for my clients coin is what drives me to work even harder.
Perhaps I will celebrate yesterday's good fortune with a trip to the beach.
The rush of adrenaline hits me; the amount of power and control I wield is addicting and of course knowing I am getting the most for my clients coin is what drives me to work even harder.
Perhaps I will celebrate yesterday's good fortune with a trip to the beach.
Written By Tyrus
July 9, 2019, 10:46 a.m.(6/7/1011 AR)
I've been here for more than a week and I still haven't met most of my family within the city.
Something slowly but surely being rectified.
Something slowly but surely being rectified.
Written By Gaspar
July 9, 2019, 10:26 a.m.(6/7/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Arman
Without roots unseen, nurturing the plant, the petals cannot blossom.
It takes men like you, uncle, working in the depths and establishing a foundation for the family, that allows those of us that are reliant on sunshine to thrive. Thank you for what you do.
I agree with you though, about the nature of idleness. It can feel synonymous with helplessness, it couldn't be further from the truth. The nature of 'doing' is different for us, uncle. What do we preach throughout lives, uncle? Patience. Sometimes, we simply need to let nature takes its course and let the plants grow after being watered. There is nothing we can do to hurry that along.
Patience, uncle. It is not the same as idleness.
But you are quite right on passion. There is nothing in the world as infectious as passion. A passionate man in the wrong will surround himself with more people and have his message heard more readily than a dull man in the right.
Combine passion and veracity, and you have a person ready to move the world.
It takes men like you, uncle, working in the depths and establishing a foundation for the family, that allows those of us that are reliant on sunshine to thrive. Thank you for what you do.
I agree with you though, about the nature of idleness. It can feel synonymous with helplessness, it couldn't be further from the truth. The nature of 'doing' is different for us, uncle. What do we preach throughout lives, uncle? Patience. Sometimes, we simply need to let nature takes its course and let the plants grow after being watered. There is nothing we can do to hurry that along.
Patience, uncle. It is not the same as idleness.
But you are quite right on passion. There is nothing in the world as infectious as passion. A passionate man in the wrong will surround himself with more people and have his message heard more readily than a dull man in the right.
Combine passion and veracity, and you have a person ready to move the world.
Written By Sparte
July 9, 2019, 9:33 a.m.(6/7/1011 AR)
When you give things too freely, and then you're asked to give again, it begins to be hard to find things that remain worth giving.
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