No price, no story.*
I wonder if I can pull this off.
Also, I just got to write another one of those sentences that fill me with the love:
After the council of war, Rien's mother brought her cookies.
*In other news, I am bored with stories where the price is YOUR LIFE. Good lord, that is overdone.**
**I take that back, I am bored with stories in which the price is YOUR DEATH. YOUR LIFE is a MUCH more interesting price.