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Apr. 27th, 2010 12:51 amYou know who I hate?
Merchants.
Ridiculous, puffed up men and the occassional woman, who think that what they do is so important. Always fussing over their records, going through their precious inventories, mumbling about routes and supply while staring down their piggish noses, and, oh yes, treating their employees worse than their packhorses!
I'm beginning to think that, should we wander into combat and need to defend this caravan after all, I will throw myself down at the foot of my enemy and beg him to slaughter my employers, if only it means I don't have to hear them nattering on anymore.
Merchants.
Ridiculous, puffed up men and the occassional woman, who think that what they do is so important. Always fussing over their records, going through their precious inventories, mumbling about routes and supply while staring down their piggish noses, and, oh yes, treating their employees worse than their packhorses!
I'm beginning to think that, should we wander into combat and need to defend this caravan after all, I will throw myself down at the foot of my enemy and beg him to slaughter my employers, if only it means I don't have to hear them nattering on anymore.
