Jul 18, 2006 15:02
"How does it feel, doing dirty work for the lords?" she spat at me.
I stopped and scratched my head for a moment. Considered what she'd said. "I haven't got the slightest idea what you're talking about."
"Oh please. Listen to yourself. Talking about 'civilization' like it was anything other than an excuse for the system the lords use to keep themselves on top. In cities full of squalor."
I just looked at her. "Actually, I'd just rather live in a city. There's a lot more cool stuff to do there, and you don't have to spend your life farming."
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