Oh - what to do, what to do? So many choices, so little motivation. My mother would always comment on my slender hands, and how they were predestined to be utilized for the operation of various musical instruments. However, the same trait would be an equally great benefit to, say, pickpocketing for instance. That particular occupation also stands higher chances of sustaining adequate income without having to rely on the approval of the fickle crowd. For some reason though, my mother was reluctant to agree to that proposition.
Personally, I always fancied spending my life traveling the globe before everything starts to resemble Zerg creep covered wasteland. Hence the only appropriate choice to make then seems to be: becoming a mountain bandit. It's only logical. Chilling in the trees, taking hot spring baths with local monkeys, relieving unsuspecting wanderers of their possessions - you know, stuff like that. Doesn't seem too bad of a life, now does it? Certainly beats having to drag yourself into a stuffy office, doing chores of questionable usefulness day in and out; unless you happen to work for Bioware that is.
Just think of all the possibilities! Should, one, for whatever reason, grow tired of mere dry land thievery, the geographical conditions easily allow engaging in additional challenges such as piracy. Arrr.
Woo, monuments. Good thing I was able to capture that photo without all the surrounding, tough looking Halmonies selling all kinds of ugly, dried fish.
Dining Korean style.
Now, there is a terribly interesting and exciting story associated with that mountain goddess. Too bad it eluded my memory.
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