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Windy, you were right. I admit that. I am not fully versed in the operational guidelines and inner workings of the Kobold conveyance and some mistakes were made. I did underestimate the turning radius, that is for sure. And true, I did become rather giddy with the need to go faster. It may have also been a mistake to push all the pretty colored buttons at once.

The craft is now marooned and the natives are quite hostile. I believe they are coming to discuss compensations for the actions I have taken here today.

Fear not, my carefully honed negotiating tactics will set things right.

More brilliant musings about my adventures in New Britannia

• Is there no end to this blight?
• What manner of conveyance is this I see before me?
• Absolutely not!
• My keen instincts as an adventurer
• There’s always something nefarious in the swamp
• Getting the mushroom bruise
• Hello Cultist Chaps
• The graceful art of dyeing
• Absconding with the supply wagon
• Ashes to Ashes, Xavara to Dust and now I have my own Fire Elemental

Windy, I must admit to being at a loss as to what this strange conveyance may be, but it causes quite a tingle to be sure. I don’t know what it is, or what it is to be used for, but now that I have laid eyes upon it, I cannot imagine life without such a trinket.

That formidable extension in the front looks quite bitey. The troll will get quite a nasty surprise when we roll into Nightshade Pass aboard this craft.

Quick, let us see if I have left any of those Kobold dragoons alive and see how many sacks of gold we must hand over in order to take possession. Since we have caused so much damage and loss of life, we may not be in a good bargaining position.

Windy! What is this I see before me? It’s glorious! It’s breathtaking! It’s blue!

I must take possession, regardless of cost. Well, not regardless of cost. Let’s be sensible now. I’m willing to pay a fair price, but if things get out of hand, I’m just as at ease with looting.

Are any of the Kobolds left alive to negotiate with us? If not, then Windy, you shall navigate and I shall steer.

More brilliant musings about my adventures in New Britannia

• Absconding with the supply wagon
• Searching for the Foreman in the Broken Echoes Silver Mines
• An unmanned culverin?
• There’s always something nefarious in the swamp
• Dungeon Run with Bayridge at 7PM CST
• Hello little gremlin!
• More fun and excitement in Release 5
• Is there no end to this blight?
• It’s the pirate’s life for me!
• The Battle of Solace Bridge in Shroud of the Avatar Release 11

We must tread carefully, Windy. Or in your case, hover and float carefully. Who knows what lies up ahead. I have come to distrust things that emit a glow in the dark because they are surrounded by pools of radiant light that have no source or end.

Let us approach with great care and caution. My keen senses as an adventurer are tingling. Or I might be hungry, hard to tell at this juncture.

Nope. Absolutely not. I will not open that chest. This is clearly a trap. That swirling pool of mist will extricate the life right out of us and cast us aside as desiccated husks. That is not a chest to be tampered with. I knew this was would be fraught with peril. I should have listened to the warnings of all the skeletons we crushed while trying to get in here.

More brilliant musings about my adventures in New Britannia

• The Challenge Dungeon Run
• Economic instability forces me to seek secondary employment
• I believe I have a mandrake problem
• Where does this track lead to?
• Log rides in Upper Fortus
• Fit in mind and body
• The Buried Treasure of Penmawr Island – Assembling Captain Kennet
• A cold, bleak, dark winter ahead
• A glitchy, but satisfying Dungeon Run with Bayridge and the gang
• One Outlander’s Trashy Ill Gotten Gains Is Another Outlander’s Treasury of Ill Gotten Gains

Well, my little Mud Pie, it may not be a true crossroads of life, but I am curious to where these tracks may lead us. Do we go left or right? What awaits? Fortune and glory, or the slings and arrows of misfortune? It’s one of those conundrums that each Outlander must face at some pivotal juncture in their lives. The path of uncertainty stretches out before each of us, disappearing into an unknown horizon with mysteries we cannot see and comprehend until we are firmly in the midst of them. And then we must rely on our wits, and our fortitude, and soldier on in the face of come what may.

Destiny has put a choice before us, what shall it be? Our lives may never be the same from this moment forward.

Oh wait, nevermind. Dead end.

More brilliant musings about my adventures in New Britannia

• Sailing away
• I … I love you dog
• Bring me the head of the Ichor Witch!
• There’s Always Room at the Inn
• I run afoul of the Oracle
• What the Duck?
• This trolling must cease and desist
• Veimor in West Ravenswood, a strange mist in Deep Ravenswood and the Bones of a Beast in Shroud of the Avatar Release 12
• Back into the Sewers of Solania, Ruins in the West Veiled Swamp, Crocodile Tears
• An open field yields a strange funeral arrangement