Richard slogged his way through the muddy streets of Uhm. It had been a night of meetings, more so than usual, his mind torn from setting to setting, plan to plan, Cordor, Wiltun, and dare he think it? BLACK? Uhm at least felt familiar, through out the ups and downs it had always been there, unimportant, and unchanged. Except for tonight at least.

A strange poster caught Richard's eye as he wandered past. Reading it over the erstwhile Field Marshal regarded it with a slight nod, the last line though struck a chord as he read it.

"You have nothing to lose, because you could never win"

Richard walked on.