Who gets rich off war? That's easy - mercenaries. Those whoresons fatten themselves on the misfortune of others. And do they ever think to share these spoils? Or even buy a round at the inn? Or toss a fellow a crown? Naye, sir, why, of course not! A cow'd milk itself before that would happen! Or a pig would cut off a slice of its own hocks and slap it on the griddle.
But as for me, I'm not the type to wait around for alms. I slipped into their camp yesternight, took whatever caught my eye and split. They'll never get me here. First of all, because I wiped all my tracks. Second, word is a griffin's hereabouts somewhere, so they'll most like be too scared to venture close. Of course, in truth there's no griffin nor any other beast more dangerous than a rat in these parts. It's all just the sort of rubbish old hags babble about to waste time while drawing water.
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