Dear Miss Také:
With the new trading system, I suddenly find myself penniless and reliant on
my Ubar for start-up funds. Frankly, I've never really cared for my Ubar and
hate to go hat-in-hand and beg for gold. Any suggestions?
Proud But Poor
Dear Proud:
Pucker up and prepare to kiss ass, my Man! And if you can't bring yourself
to do that, get yourself a mask and head for the wilds. You should either be
able to relieve some people of THEIR gold or you'll botch the job and end up
with steel either through your chest or around your neck. Either way, you
won't have to worry!
Miss Také
Dear Miss Také:
Bosk! Bosk! Bosk! Bosk! We herd bosk, we eat bosk, we smell bosk, and I've
heard some of the men even sleep with bosk! Isn't there anything else on the
Wagon Peoples' mind?
Bosked Out
Dear Bosked:
No.
Miss Také
Dear Miss Také:
I'm from Port Olni and we have a problem. Seems everyone pronounces it Port
O-li-ni. Can't Goreans read?
Teed Off
Dear Teed:
Sure Goreans can read. But let's face it, they are much more interested in
what your slaves look like than how to pronounce your city's name. Just get
your revenge by misprouncing the names of their homes, like: Port Kur, Port
Schendler's List, Para-what? and Two-chunk. It'll make you feel better!
Miss Také
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