Your target stands perfectly still admiring the flowers facing away from you. As you contemplate whether or not his death is worth a sack of gold, he turns slightly facing you but not in your general direction. As you ready your musket, you hear his voice clear and commanding. "Would you really send this world into militaristic unrest because you can't afford some bread in your nation?" His composure and expression has not shifted in the slightest.
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