"What hath brought I to your dwelling you ask? Propserious tis city do be, but your plunder does not corrupt my heart with greed; though adventure you mentioned, that I hath wondered such myself. Life is an adventure wouldn't you say, enough so to be be considered adventurous. For this world is filled with danger: in nature, in society, in the corrupt hearts of city folk. Yes tis city do be lovely as you hath stated to I, though not merely enough on the inside hearts of its people. I do not wish to elevate, as you say, to a higher power in any society that dwells upon a city living on wealth. For power brings greed to a heart; I with none of it. I'd long more to elevate to free people; free their minds, free their hearts, free their will to express their ways of nature and live in it; not from it as they do now. So no, none of these things, I'm here as a wandering longing for a home and to live like your folk, but deep down I never will. Though, I will try; and keep trying until my families return, even if that means after life. So with that, you must leave me be about my ways, because I'm sure they are not like your own. Farewell."
*Darian would turn his head away from the man and step forward into the chaos of market dealing in the streets. His mind now festered from such a question for he would not like himself to answer it in such a way that would please such a man. Words of wealth and status bothered him now as he scowled at the loud traders around him. He would continue on, out of from the docks, and beyond the markets.*
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