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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Rookseye" data-source="post: 3534194" data-attributes="member: 18211">Satisfied, Sepoto nodded silently at Trebuchet's words. Despite the fact that the metal man gave off no scent, and his near-complete lack body language failed to give any signs as to his internal thoughts, the shifter had guessed his line of thinking with the questions to Goludov correctly."I am reminded, Friend-Trenchbucket, of a game that my master once tried to explain to Sepoto. Master Othos had traveled far in the Western Lands of War, and in a land called Karnnath, he learned a Game of War called by the name, "Conqueror". Sepoto never could understand the reason why the men of the Western Lands of War would play such a game when their lives were so harmed by a true war... Sepoto looks quizzical and sad at the memory... ...but one thing Sepoto always remembered was that many of the smaller pieces on the board would always fall in battle. Master Othos always defeated Sepoto, for Sepoto valued all of his little pieces the same. My master did not. For him, the smaller pieces were but tools to win a final victory, and he told me that they were easily sacrificed for his cause, for the goal was to win."A troubling thought seems to furrow the shifter's brow momentarily, and he looks down at his splayed feet as if trying to reconcile something in his mind."I fear, Friend-Trenchbucket, that like the Angry Children, we are now these 'little' pieces."Sepoto further reflects, looking up and over the shoulder of the attentive warforged, and when he speaks again his whispered words are tinged with sadness."Sepoto did not like that game."</blockquote>

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