After a while...
I am...
-A councillor in a small town, looking to expand our influence and help people.
-The owner of a small-time mining company that finally achieved a concrete trade agreement... and very, very happy about it.
-Getting closer and closer to the day when I can finally open my hotel.
-Waiting to go kill the bad guys. And waiting. And criticizing all the while.
-Reminiscing on a boat on my way home after the death of a friend.
-Visitin' the only woman with any sense on this rock with the mates. Fightin' to get what was stolen from us back.
-Trading, walking, trading, walking, and getting
rich... slowly.
-Scheming, planning, sailing, and looking for supporters. Can't people recognize a good plan when they see one?
-Scared for my life, yet finding strange comfort in the man that is the cause of my fear.
-Writing my second novel, which will be better than the first, and wondering what happened to my friend... who I miss dearly...
-Gathering rice, looking for something to laugh at so I can write it down. There's gotta be something out there.
-Estoy en el mar. Olvidó mi amigo en el pueblo de la gente que no habla mi lengua, y me siento mal de eso, pero tengo el sal y estoy regresando al bosque.
-Estoy esperando para trabajar... y esperando... y esperando para la mujer con la lancha. Simplemente necesito madera.
I was...
-A failed preacher. I died with no followers and a bunch of myths that nobody believed in anyway. I can't say I didn't try. The Dieties will be pleased with me.
-Helping the people that I spawned with. They were just too nice to trick! But those wretched animals had to claw me all up.