Kanstria offers anything you could possibly desire.<BR><BR>Except for food, trade goods, a red light district—actually, we have that last one. Damn it, I'm sick of writing condolence letters. Greetings! Don't mind my forced cheer! It's just a coping mechanism. I'm sorry, but we found your brother... I'm sorry, but we found your husband's body... So much time devoted to teaching tactics, logistics, and so forth.<BR><BR>Not one bloody day on the aftermath of battle. Welcome to Kanstria! Lunatic inventors and argons are our specialty. The good news is we found your dog.<BR><BR>The bad news is it's an argon now. Very sleek. Blue. Actually, I've not yet grown weary of stone soup. Someone dropped in a shriveled carrot the other day. Surprislingly delicious. I'll gut the next poet who spouts anything about war and glory. Watch yourself, outsider. Only residents are permitted to get outrageously drunk. I wonder why the argons didn't finish us off.<BR><BR>Did we bore them? Duty, honor, courage, blah, blah.<BR><BR>Look, the cold truth is war sucks, and the best you can hope for is to not die with your pants down.