| 1 |
|
qst701915_msg0001 |
84 |
I'm feeling a mite peckish. |
| 2 |
|
qst701915_msg0002 |
84 |
Maybe I'll grab a bite before we
set off for Uraya. |
| 3 |
|
qst701915_msg0101 |
84 |
Why did you pick me as leader? |
| 4 |
|
qst701915_msg0102 |
84 |
I mean, sure, as a representative of
the resistance army, I'll probably
do a bang-up job of it. |
| 5 |
|
qst701915_msg0103 |
84 |
But I'll be so busy I doubt I'll have
time to sample any Urayan delicacies. |
| 6 |
|
qst701915_msg0201 |
84 |
I'm stoked that the mission's over.
Time to go put my feet up, sip on
a cold brew and fill up the ol' tum. |
| 7 |
|
qst701915_msg0202 |
84 |
Or I would, if our exalted Lieutenant
Vronka wasn't giving me the evil eye. |
| 8 |
|
qst701915_msg0203 |
84 |
I knew this'd happen... I ought to have
had my fill of Puran in Fonsa Myma,
at least, but now that ship's sailed... |