I lied...
The rogues weren't what I truly wanted...
Hell, I'm 24 years old, how could I retire?
No. My goal was always different...
I recall saying to the first rogue I met:
-I'd like to join the Outcasts.
-Uh? Why da Outcasts? They're jus' cardamine bringers an' nomad lovers.
-Actually, I'm interested in the nomads.
-Bah! Just jellies. We see them sometimes here. Join the Rogues. Here are da real badasses.
He convinced me. I decided to join the Rogues in the meanwhile. But I never forgot my real purpose...
Why the nomads... why them...
Why us, I ask myself. Why a human... a filthy human. I despise my humanity. The orphanage made me realize of the pest humans are. The fact we still exist makes me not to believe in a god. How could a got let us exist?
The nomads can help me redeem myself.
That's why I flew to Bretonia. To seek for hints in order to approach them. And when I find them, I'm going to offer myself, to serve them. But not to be infected... I'm not ready for that...
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(At Trafalgar)
Chris had been in Trafalgar for a couple of weeks. He got used to the place and the people... It was time to get what he was looking for.
He started looking for that Junker he spoke with sometimes... The one that always carried Cardamine with himself... Ralph Hudson.
-Heya, Ralph.
-What's up, Chris. Did ya finally decide to buy me some Synthet-
-No. I'm here for something else.
-Oh. -he looks clearly disappointed.-What is it, then?
Chris gets closer to Ralph -I want to know... Where can you find nomads in Bretonia?
Ralph looks clearly surprised -Uh, I've seen them a couple of times in Dublin... close to the Leeds jump hole... why...?
-Nothing in particular, just curious. -Simulates looking at his nonexistant watch- I remember I gotta go... see ya. If I don't return, you can keep my stuff. - Chris leaves the bar, under the puzzled sight of Ralph.
"Dublin... here I go" thinks Chris, while heading towards the deck. He got in his recently acquired Scimitar, and headed to Dublin.