Julian Grayson Julian made an understanding smirk with a wink: "I see, and I concur. There're definitely better and more exciting ways to make a living." He lifted his glass and took a small sip, chuckling: "Well, brave or not, but it's nice to have something drinkable for a change. I wouldn't advise 'the strongest thing' to anyone else." After putting his glass on the table again, he leaned forward, his chin resting on his his hands, put together with fingers crossed. "So, Texas, huh? It's a long way from here. If you don't mind me asking, why come to Sprague of all places? If it weren't for the fact that you aren't into trading, I'd assume you were here to do business. The locals seem to be buying a lot of metal for colony development."
