Politics

There is a hollow, saddened ring as you kick the L'Aventurier mail collection box. It sounds betrayed, in disbelief even.

There is a hollow ring as you kick the box. It sounds like it's mostly empty. Your toe hurts now.

There is a hollow ring as you kick the box. It sounds like it's mostly empty. Your toe hurts now.

There is a hollow, saddened ring as you kick the L'Aventurier mail collection box. It sounds betrayed, in disbelief even.

"That's right," he nods.

"I'm sorry I lost everything."

"Good call."

"Ellis Kortenaer -- we have a full name to provide here..." He seems satisifed.

"Good. Let's go with that."

"I think that may well be the moral of every story, officer." The lieutenant grins.

"For the glory of the world republic. Liberation of the spirit and body."

"For commerce, the lifeblood of the isolas."

The mug will be useful. By denouncing it I can earn political capital to mask my bad ass hustling (ie, fraud and embezzlement).

The mug didn't belong in the trash. It was just a funny mug. Can't anyone laugh anymore?

This mug is an example of prejudice. I'm going to use it as an example of what not to do.

I'm going to push this into the face of every merchant I find and tell them: this is your inane ideology.

"Any halfway competent notary should be able to handle this. Not getting her signature was probably the best thing to do."

"That's illegal. I expected more from you, Kim."