Re: Goals

Aardvarkin stops twirling his dagger...tilts his head as if listening to Jazz
music, and horques into a clump of bushes cruelly...

"Huh?...Oh Yeah...ooooooooooooooooooo....i dunno....fame i guess..."

Aardvarkin suddenly looks thotful

"And the !@#@!# bastard who killed A.Q. Mercury...my friend...i think i told
you already....he was the best d*mn renegade thief in all of the world as i
knew it....taught me the art of the lock, the purse, the shadows, the wall,
and the weird stuff......yep...the weird stuff..

...like i said, renegade thief....im the only one.....my whole goal is to
start a renegade thieves guild.  Not too big...but itll operate all over the
region....we'd steal from the thieves....pretty ironic eh?"

Aardvarkin's face grows dark suddenly:

"However...those are only dreams....the theives are having a hard time
nowadays...even the brigands are scrawning out....its scary...

...i dont see anything in wealth...gold's just a glittering metal...the real
treasure is in skill....ive still got to practice up on reading
languages.........etc....etc...."

Aardvarkin quickly looks up from watch....

"Well if the Deities be d*mned...i am sh*t tired....when do we rotate?"

Sage's Desk AD&D