I don't own things...
Farina woke up in her tent to chilled air. She spent a while staring at brown splotches that played on the dirt before she decided to mobilize.
She was cold, and had dried sweat and dirt all over her skin. Her hair felt oily and stuck to the sides of her face.
'Isn't it wonderful to be at war?' She grimaced.
The blue-haired beauty pulled up her boots with numb hands and grabbed her crumbling steel lance, leaving the tent. There was money to be made.
After harassing Hector for a while about a raise, Farina spotted Dart mumbling to himself at a campfire.
She jumped in front of him, "Morning Dart! Any treasure you wanna give me?"
The pirate looked up from his hunched position with dark circles under his eyes. He probably had a hangover, or was still drunk.
"Why d'ya need money s'bad? Wassa point?" Dart slurred.
"Easy question! Because money is great! Why do you like treasure so much?" Farina grinned.
Dart eyed her for a while in silence, most likely due to sub-standard brain function.
"Cuz da adventure an' excssirtmees..." Dart explained, stumbling on the word "excitement".
"That's stupid! Why would you go through all that just for adventure! You do it for the wealth!"
Dart nodded fervently, "Nahhh, tha' would make meh lonely lak youu. All y'got is money..."
The truth stung like a snake bite. A moment of surreal pain whirled through her body before Farina sprinted away to her tent, clinging to her tears.
Farina collapsed on her dusty bedroll. She sat idly, mindlessly fingering her gold coins.
'How could he say that to me. Does he know what it's like, being alone for years with money as your only company?'
And Farina clenched her coin with white knuckles.
Hmmm...I wonder. Review?
