"Yeah...my mother and the general I left in charge just hated each other. That didn't really go over well, they would complain to me about each other. Like I could do anything from wherever I was at the time. But the country thrived. We traded and the economy just skyrocketed. But the people kept moving, and kept sending troops, and we ended up under Rome's thumb. After I died, but still. It was of my making." He shrugged. "I still wouldn't change anything."
"It is," he agreed. "You don't see many generals going and talking to the rank and file anymore."
"Oh yes?" he asked. "If I can't find a place in the city, I'll have to give it a look." He laughed then. "You build trebuchets? Why are they scowling? That's awesome!"