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Freelancer, Not gonna lie... I got a little plastered last night. Left me with a headache you wouldn't believe. Just putting pen to parchment is like a wyvern's cry straight to the eardrum. Part of me knew things were over with Knox, but like a fool, I held out hope. That died this morning... along with parts of my liver. And yet, I'm still here. Still kicking. Still hungry for the future. And a meat pie. Is there a place to find a decent pie in Fort Tarsis? I think grease is the only thing that's gonna put my stomach back in order. I'm rambling. What I'm trying to say is: this sucks, but it's not the end. It's a beginning. And I thank you for that, Freelancer. | ||
Additional Notes and Trivia
- Sev sends a different mail depending on the dialogue choice made by the Freelancer when speking with him.
- Look at Cortex Entry: Mail: Thanks... and sorry
- Another subject with sentence casing instead of initial-caps.
- To see the main pages that aren’t a part of the Cortex but a part of the Lore, see below:
- A list of all relevant cortex entries clustered in collections can be seen in Cortex Archives.