Dragon flight

[Cond0r]

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I was flying towards Freeport 10 again. I was there often, it was calm, eased my mind, it felt good. I found myself among the rocks in Tau 23 again. For some reason, while spending time there, my mind was at ease. It was lonely, quiet, nothing but myself and my blade. The very reasons for which I embarked on this journey in the first place.

I met one miner again, but he was quiet, much like the others he didn't say a word. They are growing tiresome. And then, there it was, Freeport 10. It always felt good to come back there, to see my room where I was staying. Perhaps I should even ask the Zoners to allow it to be my home....

I was looking for the man that gave me the job in Bretonia. I had news of my targets death for him, but I didn't know if that would suffice to get payed. I didn't even know if he would believe me or not, but I did have proof for him. A part off of the ship. I was hoping it was enough and there was only way to find out. He was sitting at the same table in the bar like last time.

I talked to him, told him what I had found out, but it was not enough to get payed in the full amount. The only thing I received from him was gratitude and some spare change. It seems that the mercenaries nowadays are expected to be very professional, and very strict to the contract. I am still learning how to act like one, the behavior of a Dragon and a mercenary is very different. The man, who wished to remain anonymous and myself parted ways. And now....I am looking for another job.

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[17:23:05] Mini Me: pls
[17:23:06] Mini Me: gtfo