My master taught me that as in all things with life, one must do great things to be counted among those remembered long after they have passed from this world. Perhaps I can do great things in while I roam Sosaria. Perhaps great things will come to me. Ah well one can hope anyway. My master also taught me his way of life. And how to live by the code that governs all who make a living by our profession. I prefer to think of it more like borrowing, or levying taxes for the rights to pass through the land instead of thievery. As one fine spring day while roaming near Minoc I came upon one who looked as if she thought she absolutely owned the place. A Happy Dwarf was her name. And the shame of how she paraded around in her underwear for all to see just, well, just really got me a little bothered. I decided I might have to investigate this happy dwarf and see what she was about.
It appeared that she was a cave dweller. Perhaps of a primitive race which had not yet discovered the use of clothing. Hmmmm investigate further shall we?
Ah how embarrassing I had it all wrong. It would appear that she was just a forlorn miner who shed her heavy clothing to do some sweaty work on such a warm day. Well seeing as she wi8shes to use this area…...I figure I shall levy my normal tax so she can honestly say she has a right to work this area. Let us see what she has to pay me with. I snoop around in her pack a tad without her knowing and what is this? A shovel? Nothing else? FOR SHAME!!!! Well I guess I will just have to now go and ruin her happy day.
I write out a little note explaining that the next time she returns to these caves to mine to please bring an item of value as payment for mining rights of this area.. I then decide that is not enough and proceed to give her due punishment for disregarding these rules in the first place.
Punishment dealt I proceed to gather any possible tax from her nearly naked and prostrate body that is possible.
Well 7 Shadow Ingots isn’t the nest thing I could have thought of as a decent tax but it will have to do for now. At least I didn’t have to do the digging. Time to be off and find the next weary and laden traveler who may need to be eased of their burdens.
Well it would appear as I take my leave I find that she did not like my punishment after all. Ah well nothing to worry about. As with all things in life. Time heals all wounds. Happy Day!
