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Message: <blockquote data-quote="jkason" data-source="post: 2411380" data-attributes="member: 2710">Weel sighs loudly to try to calm himself, though his head begins pounding even as he speaks."So, to sum up: the Valeites want to kill us mostly because they don't find much use to us and we're just agreeable enough to maybe not put up much of a fight. My mentor, meanwhile, has decided to show Vale what kind of strength comes from centuries of wrangling teamsters and construction crews. He's putting up a fight--and a very public one, if he's going as high as the Hierarch--turning himself into a target."And, if childhood bullies are any template for adult powermongers, probably only succeeding in raising the Valeites' ire toward Thraunians."Weel puts his head in his hands."I knew I should have been a carpenter," he mutters. "Politics makes my brain hurt. And my stomach. I think I'm going to need a lot more drink than you have in that bottle, good Phandros."As he tops off his glass, Weel adds, "Also, I'm quite ready for advice. This certainly isn't the sort of thing I bargained to run into on my Long Walk."</blockquote>