As the troops began to construct the wall, I rode down to yell at my underling.
“Why are you painting all the stones gold? This is a defensive wall, not a palace for the Emperor!”
My underling pulled out a scroll.
“The Master General says that it will blind our enemies if they approach in the morning, it will make our enemies fear our abundant resources while also making them underestimate the wall’s strength.”
“I… Good reasons, but not enough to waste all this time painting-“
“The Master General’s brother makes gold paint for a living.”
Carry on then.”