Ryliner looked at his plan. It was a good plan. A standing military branch to defend Big Fat Pig City from invaders. It was good. That was when the door to his office opened, and Rutabaga came in.
Ryliner stood up. "Hello, sir."
"Sit down," said Rutabaga. "You know I don't like being called 'Sir'." He then looked at Ryliner's plan. "You actually want to form an army."
"Well, you know, to protect the city," said Ryliner, as he sat back down. "I mean, given our history, we wouldn't want someone to take the place over."
Rutabaga chuckled. "We've been invaded hundreds of times, and every time they occur, we get a new ethnic community, like the Mongs, and they have some good cooking by the way."
"Just a bunch of barbarians, really," said Ryliner. "Riding on horses in circles, shooting their arrows, all while the walls protected the inhabitants."
"Then someone stole their horses, and eventually their tents turned into houses, they had families, and eventually, their community got walled in with the rest of the city," said Rutabaga. "Also, isn't your grandmother on your father's side a Mong? She wanted to join the Guard not too long ago, and given that she destroyed a dozen training dummies, I took her on as a cook to make up for the damage she did."
Ryliner blushed nervously. "She keeps on talking to me in that heathen dialect when I get something to eat. I mean, the people who live here should speak in our language."
"My grandparents on my father's side talk to me in Dwarfish, but you don't hear me complaining about it," said Rutabaga. "My mother even picked up on how to swear in it!"
"Nothing against dwarves, some of our best guards are dwarves, and I'm proud to have them on the force," Ryliner said, for the benefit of the dwarves listening listening outside. "Same with Mongs! I'm proud to be a quarter-Mong!"
Rutabaga grinned. "You still want to create a military guild though, right?"
Ryliner chuckled nervously. "Wouldn't mind forming one."
"Might have it's uses," said Rutabaga. "See the Tyrant about it."
"Thank you, sir," said Ryliner.
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