"have I ever heard the story of Ventium?" he asked her softly, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

"No, no I haven't" she whispered softly, her short hair looking a bit frizzy.

"well," he began "Ventium wasn't always her own country, she was part of a bigger empire called the Motherland. You see, The Motherland had many children, Ventium was one of them, when we were just born we relied on her for our clothes and our fire wood and such until we were able to make our own. One day however the Motherland was attacked and she had to fight a war that crippled her, she asked her children for help but they turned their backs on her and left leaving just Ventium," he stuck his hand into his coat and pulled out a coin and started turning it over in his fingers, "Oh did we want to leave but something didn't let us, our love. So we started to look after mother and everyone laughed at us but we didn't care we watched till the moment she broke apart and on her death bed she said "You loved me." and then she died, leaving everything to Ventium, that is why our coin says 'For Mother'." he flipped the coin in her direction and stood up so they could go.