Breeg counted out the amount of Jewel in the wallet he had just received from finishing a job. Satisfied with the amount, he left the mansion of the man who had hired him. What had his name been? Fullchart, or something like that.
'A fitting name for the owner of a shipping company.' Breeg though to himself, smiling.
Mr. Fullchart had hired Breeg to take care of some bandits that had been robbing his land trains on their routes. He had found them near a pass that was on the routes to all of Fullchart's eastbound shipments. He had borrowed a few empty wagons from Fullchart's possession and drove them until he reached the pass. He remembered hiding in one of the middle wagons as he heard the bandits descending from the cliff face and began searching the wagons. He grinned when he thought of the shock on their faces when they opened the flaps on the wagon he was waiting in and when he sprang out.
It had turned out that the bandits were not only thieves, but wanted murderers as well. So he was more than happy when he discovered he could receive double the reward on the single job. Two birds with one stone, as it were.
Breeg walked for several miles before he stopped for the evening. He looked out towards the now setting sun.
"This drought has been rough on the farmers this past year" He mused. "Hopefully it'll pass soon. Fiore has gone for too long without rain."
He continued to gaze at the sun until it had disappeared under the horizon. He lit a fire and began to cook some dried fish he had bought. He smiled to himself as he thought of a certain little blue someone that would probably love some of this if he was around.
The fish quickly turned golden, and Breeg took it off from the fire. He never thought much of dried fish, but when one lives on the road, you have to eat the food of the road. He remembered the first time he had ever eaten it. It didn't have the most pleasant taste, but it was edible so long as he had something to wash it down. Afterwards he started experimenting with it, because just plain, unprepared dried fish wasn't something he wanted to eat often. And after much trial and error, he found the way he enjoyed it most was fried in honey. Unfortunately, honey was hard to come by, so he found butter was a decent substitute.
'Or really anything that'll give it a bit of juice.' He thought to himself.
After he had finished his meal, he packed away his cooking supplies and laid out his bed roll. He pulled a cover over him, because even though it was hot with the drought, that didn't keep it from getting freezing at night.
After he had settled in for the night, he rolled over to face East. He always liked facing East. That's where his home is, after all. He began to think back to the grand hall he had called home for those five years, and the friends that made it his home. He thought about them, and wondered how they had been doing these past twelve years.
"Twelve years... It doesn't seem like it's been that long. I wonder if they receive the letters I send them? I really should send them more often, but it's hard finding time since I'm constantly on jobs..." He said to himself.
He continued to think about them, and the money he had just received from his double job. He had enough to last him for awhile, and probably wouldn't need to go on a job for some time.
With these thoughts in mind, he made his decision. He looked out East where his beloved Home Town and Guild Hall were.
"I miss you..." He said slowly. "Magnolia... I'm coming home!"