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 that's what she meant by lucky?" "Maybe if you hadn't burnt it..."

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?

"It certainly would."

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.

"Thanks."