we are thieves and thugs, smugglers and saboteurs, if we cannot take a farm, we burn it to the ground… we don’t have enemies out of spite we only have obstacles… we fight with a smile, though we are oppressed souls of despair, we do this because we know the enemy hates it… whenever our kin are in a pinch they stay and fight not with honor but with purpose, despite every premeditated escape route we had planned. this is why if you ever strike us down, our last words will likely be “damnit” due to our unsound tactical choice.
