What a wonderful morning!
Time to sort out my house. It’s gotten quite messy again.
I’m sure it’s not that messy.
[prowling through No-Man’s land and muttering to himself] Stupid… so stupid… never again.
Whats your problem?
At least you can roam where you like.
Not really, there’s some places I can’t without the guards or police catching me.
It is, you’re right. I spend a lot of time roaming and never talking to anyone.
I can’t imagine anybodies life like that. It must get lonely.
There’s quite a few of us in exile.
I’m in here because no one wanted to deal with me anymore. I guess they figured that this was probably the best place for me and it got me out of the way so it worked for them.
Well that’s kinda awful…
Makes exile look like a bed of roses.