Nobody's perfect. What kind of imperfect are you okay with?
Madness string 86768
Ah, the sweet flow of internet into my veins.
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.