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Tidbit #14

I'm walking through Endromidus, just on a leisurely stroll. It's one of the rare moments where I have nothing to do, nothing to worry about. No expedition to prepare for– I am going on an expedition to another dimension soon, but not for another week– no impeding battle, no deadly ultimatum. Just... life. I'm trying to not let anything get to me right now. Not the upcoming mission, not the recent info about the Cthulians. I just wanted to relax. So I decided to take a walk.

I walk out towards the edge of town, where new buildings are almost always being constructed. I'm always so worried about who I'm fighting, and what their motives are, that I often forget what it is I'm fighting for. This is what I'm fighting for. These people. I look around and see such a diverse population, all working together. Peoples who are so different from one another, they could be from different planets. Peoples who have been at war for centuries. Peoples who are normally so full of hate and sadness. I look over and see a giant lifting lumber to a goblin to build the roof of a house. Satyrs lifting dwarves up to high areas that neither of them can reach when a ladder is in use elsewhere. Fairies and pixies carrying tools all over the site to those who need them. This is what I fight to protect. This harmony, and peace.

I spot George, a flamboyant and outgoing friend of mine— and the Minotaur Councilman— lifting a huge pile of lumber and passing it to another minotaur standing higher up to work on a second floor.

"George!" I call.

He looks over and a grin breaks out on his face. He passes off the last of the lumber and then jogs over. He lifts me off the ground in an embrace. I can't help but laugh.

"Ha ha! Good to see you, my friend!" He says. I pat him on the shoulder as he sets me down.

"You too, George, you too. How are things? Last time I saw you, you were black out drunk."

"I'm doing well. That was a fun night."

"Do you need any help?"

He looks back at the construction and shakes his head as he looks to me again.

"I think we've got it covered," He says. "Thanks for asking, though. I should get back to work. It was good seeing you, Joey."

"You too, George," I say. He jogs back over to his waiting friends. I continue my walk. That. That is what I'm fighting for, as well. The friendships I've made.