So few flippin' jobs around these days...
It ain't easy bein' a raider. No it ain't...
Y'know, back when I was young, a travellin' fortune-teller grabbed me by the wrist. Said "You, young man, will become lucky with money and lead a fortunate life."
Last night I ate burnt Brax leg. If that's fortunate...
Good thing I've got an eye for a deal or I wouldn't have lasted this long.
Maybe, maybe not.
I'm still holdin' out hope that some stranger will come wanderin' by and hand over a fortune. Wouldn't that be something?
Haha!
I heard you sprouted wings! To think...not so long ago I had you runnin' round, pinching trinkets off ghosties!
Nice job, [%username]! You've done us all proud.