ok honey i’m gonna go drive my oxcart in the mud for a few hours. it’s grueling work but it’s honest. for real if i hear a distant piano twinkle signifying i’m the protagonist of a Tides of History episode, portending an era of massive societal change, im gonna be so pissed off
just once i'd like for these little commoners to have their anecdote end with "and they had a great day! and a huuuuge wonderful dinner. and it was just the same tomorrow"
Did any of your children recently return to your village newly married to a spouse who works as a merchant and speaks a different, but mutually intelligible dialect of your language?