The courier arrived at merchant @Vsotvep’s mansion with a sealed message. The sigil of a black cat was all too familiar, though the seal itself looked counterfeit:
"Dear merchant,
I’ve caught word of your latest trip to foreign lands, which informed me that you have acquired some—let’s say—stronger-than-usual herbs for your personal supply.
Suppose you were to part ways with a portion of your stash, as a man of business that you are, for a fair price in gold, I reckon my superiors won’t mind much that a small fraction of their war budget might find itself missing from the ledger.
We all need to escape from reality every once in a while. It would be very useful for my meditations.
A) I lead an invasion in the bottom left, hope that my teammates join and that we can secure some stuff before everybody piles up upon us right there and/or destroys our precarious situation in the top right.
B) I play M8 to keep team black from creeping along the second line.
It depends on if you believe there will be a double move by Black sooner rather than later, which depends on what you believe Jon Ko will play. I think that my answer changes depending on the alignment of the last two unknowns, but I can’t comment further without giving potential information away.
When I first set foot on these lands of Gobania, an old Moon was dying in front of Taurus, now the Moon is shining in its full glory right next to Saturn, the God of Time. And in front of Taurus there is now Mars, but not dying like the old Moon back then, but also shining in its full glory. And while the night sky is vast and beholds many stories of the Gods, their quarrels, friendship and reasonable doubt, I take this as a sign that the time is ripe for us rebels to shine in our full glory.
Thank you Hermit @Leira for your trust. The settlers are lucky to have you and your methods of rationality. Under different circumstances I would gladly fight by your side for a common cause, but right now I fear our paths do not align.
So fellow rebels, what do you think of H3 as our next move?
“Hmmm, bummer” thought the Hermit while he relaxed in his chair, enjoying a brew of some wonderful relaxing—and, should I say, psychedelic—herbs that Sor Juana got from God knows where.
for your personal supply.
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