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>Your minions are fine. It's you that's the problem.
>Why shove yourself into a stereotype?
That's precisely what I'm SAYING.
>"I can not believe that, Muschio."
To my surprise, Ridder nearly jumps up with uncharacteristic passion in his words.
>"You are a strong and charismatic man. You always have been made to lead others, to help those without a dream find one and work together under a grand cause like your father used to do. Remember how we used to watch him sit with the soldiers while the nobles snorted? I have never pictured you to become any different, Muschio. Loving and beloved."
...He raises a strong point. My father's power was founded on many things, and the Malto name was always known -- and sometimes looked down on -- for its associations with the 'lesser' folk. The subracial clans, the soldiers and the common men, all welcomed with open arms as one of our own.
"Maybe that's just it, Ridder. Maybe I've forgotten how to care for my constituents, my men and my soldiers. Maybe I've become so lost in this grab for power, my real problem is I've forgotten to care about my workers."
Have I been so blind? The poison sewn in my ranks -- was it really as simple as neglect?
Have I become the very Ivory-Tower noble I've always despised? Grown so distant and detached from my own underlings, rather than living amongst them, sharing their hopes and dreams?
By the Gods!
"If I had ignored the men society called beneath me, then you and I would not be friends, Ridder. And now, perhaps more than ever, I'm thankful that we are."
He smiles slowly, a warm and earnest expression on his face. He and I may not see eye to eye on everything, but I know nothing will ever set us at odds. Our friendship is made of sterner stuff.
"You have a wise man's way about you, friend. I've always said it. You are so focused, so driven, so silent. It draws the women to you, no doubt. But a man of your ambitions could find a grand following from souls of all races, genders, and creeds. You may not be of noble blood, Ridder, but I have always believed you would make as capable of leader as any white-haired noble."
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