The Lord Mayor sighed, and ran a hand through his hair. "Alright, alright. You've got your own shit to worry about, clearly, just like me. Look, there's a big wedding coming up, between two of the noble families. Knowing them, it's<em>all</em>going to go to hell, rather than unite anything. We're just planning to take advantage of the chaos and claim our independence. But to do that, we need... everything. Men, arms, armor, food, gear... you name it, we can't get enough of it. I'm not asking you to pick a side or anything, just... you're all about freedom, right? So are we - at least, we would be, if we weren't shackled to these squabbling idiots to the west."