Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Dec 4, 2005 8:01:48 GMT -5
My Dwarven Alchemist, last we left off, was travelling on the road with that mercenary and had just buried some bandits and taken their stuff.
"When I see multitudes of entirely naked savages scorn European voluptuousness and endure hunger, fire, the sword, and death to preserve only their independence, I feel that it does not behoove slaves to reason about freedom."
