Oh, she knew that The Art of War was definitely one of the nicer books, overall, that anyone had ever written about this kind of thing. She could've brought up any number of other people, but with NP's reaction, she was just glad she seemed to have picked the right one.

"Christ, yeah. No wars yet, not unless you want to count whatever happened with the zealots last year." And whatever would probably happen with them this year. Everything was a circle. "I'm sure as hell not gonna start any. I'll fight in one if I have to, but only to keep you guys safe. And I won't even ask you to cut me in on any heists you pull—but if I see anything that looks shiny and didn't come off someone else's corpse, who knows? Maybe I'll bring it back for you."