Burnin' Sandcrawler
Not just the dragons are dying nearby. The natives are killing each other too... khmmm... I've got a tickle in my throat because of this smoke...
Wednesday, November 24, 2004
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Vagabond musician, sundry-man, middleman, collector.
As a kid, I ran away from a muddy, rainy planet, left my parents back. I was bored the life of a farmer. I was sneaking from freighter to freighter, finally I came too far, where the people never heard the name of my home planet. I got lost, tough it didn't disturb me at this time. Later I started to looking for the way to home, I travelled from planet to planet, searched in libraries, Asked question everywhere, but I had no luck. It's too late now, I became old, there is no hope of see my parents alive. And the planet without them does not interest me even a bit.
But this vagabond-life is remained. I left back lovers, sometimes children too, I can't stay in a place too long. But I live off the benefits of it, I know many master artisans, merchants, and have a knowledge of secret, dangerous places.
My services are available to everybody: I ferret out rare items, transport goods or persons to anywhere.
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