If we are the branches of some great tree, and every bud is a decision, how does it grow?
Madness string 1713
I uncovered a scheming plot of corruption and betrayal, in the middle of literally running with a sack of dirt between two locations. And I'm being trusted with going with someone to ransom back the crown/symbol of local ruler. Which seems a bit much given that I was being paid to carry a bag of dirt twenty minutes ago.