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Winter	Jul 28 2008, 06:14 PM
Advanced Member Posts: 138 Group: Co-Admin Member #5 Joined: June 5, 2008	"Politics is best left to bureaucrats. Personally I dislike politics. It gets me bored so quickly as watching the grass grow in my garden. Politics, schmolitics... I dare say its rather a barbaric recourse of all creatures to resort to native imperturbability. Its long, its tedious and its damn well boring. Politics is for children." "Politics is for adults with patience." Radeah said with a flat tone. "Running through life and impatience like yours, good man, is for children." She corrected. "Politics can be more brutal than a sword but if you use it right it can be like a caring mother. However I know better than to discuss about this with you for I see you have not enough knowledge or interest on the matter." "Tea? Good heavens has he gone mad! A thousand summers and ten years ago he would not dare touch a drop, even if I offered it in a gilded cup. This is grave news indeed if the Archmage now has resorted to tea! Many times I chided him and urged him to take a cup in our youth but he refused, and this news you bring of tea drinking is very grave indeed!" "Tea is a drink of a patient man who appreciates the power of the herbs. I am sure the Archmage has experienced a lot since you have last encountered him. Wise men know better than to drink what you have drunk to get your eyes to see saddles where there are no such things." She said, folding her hands on her chest. The Archmage indeed wasn't a drinker like this man was. He knew better. He had tasted the herbs, mixed by priests, he had felt the affect of them. Surely there was no better feeling than a drink that will make you feel better and not worse afterwards. She herself had made tea with the high priests and priestesses and enjoyed it with Archmage and politicians. She turned to face her horse, Yagos. She scratched his head pondering whether she should continue on her way. The spirit within her resisted for it wanted to chop the drunken man's head off.


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