Whelp, I'll tell yas all sometin ya already know... we gotsta look out fer ourselves, cause Elanthia already proved time an' time agin noone but us is gonna do it. It's either put up a fight er die tryin!

Now I'll tell yas all sometin ya may not know... bein a outsider gits tirin. Sher it's easy ta say ya'd tink the longer ya do it the easier it gets fer ya... but eventually ya git old. It's like a corrosive acid, slowly meltin away on yer will an physical body...

I's tired of fightin fer the same cause, a dead-end cause, day in an day out. Strugglin fer meh own survival, every moment of every day, when those who join the barren an' provincial forces be spoiled by luxury an treasure. "Sher we'll take care of yas... but only if ya take care of us, even if it means fightin fer a wrong cause." We'se forced ta struggle an suffer every moment of every day, while they's fed ta plump contentment by every single meal. They say dis be the life we chose... I say har! Dis aint the life we chose... dis is the life we were given. Does dis really seem RIGHT ta yew? Is it fair?

I see no end ta dis... unless sometin changes. I git visions of an old snake, layin in a dark alley, too frail an helpless ta defend himself, bein beaten by guards over some petty insignificant ting he was framed fer... I don't wanna become dat snake. I can't, an neither kin yew. I's sick of the way tings is bein run... the way tings been run fer far too long now.

It's time ta start strugglin' fer a new cause.. a cause dat makes the struggle end instead of jus delayin it. It's time ta start tinkin fer the future. It's time fer tings which were set wrong so long ago...

...ta be set right.

Yew tink about what I said, an reassess yer life an figger out if yew wanna live like dis ferever... an when the time comes, an yer presented with the choice, tink hard about what exactly it is yer fightin fer. The time may come when yew hafta make a choice... I urge ya ta choose wisely, because dis'll be the choice dat defines yer life, an yer quality of life... fer the rest of yer days ta come.


Gybrush