Why is it, that in the gaunt, velvety depths of the forest,
where the old Black man dwells, you venture out alone, as a child, as a
poor adolescent with rudimentary materials, and a fear of the ghosts and ghouls
that haunt the wooded paths, you venture out to seek the river of truth
and wander through the meandering streams. why is it that you have no fear?
well, you see it's quite simple really. me being a warrior of a gang of lance-wielding bandits,
i ain't afraid of anything. the forest scares my weary nerves, but the river, oh the river. it beckons to me
and i know that when i hear it call, that i am right. ol' jim here is with me. i am not alone. that black man you be speaking about. well, you see, i'm not sure if you mean ol' jim, or that satanic devil man. i've heard stories 'bout him sneaking around this island. but i ain't afraid of him! i ain't afraid of no one. because i am a lance-wielding bandit.
-Pamplemousse
where the old Black man dwells, you venture out alone, as a child, as a
poor adolescent with rudimentary materials, and a fear of the ghosts and ghouls
that haunt the wooded paths, you venture out to seek the river of truth
and wander through the meandering streams. why is it that you have no fear?
well, you see it's quite simple really. me being a warrior of a gang of lance-wielding bandits,
i ain't afraid of anything. the forest scares my weary nerves, but the river, oh the river. it beckons to me
and i know that when i hear it call, that i am right. ol' jim here is with me. i am not alone. that black man you be speaking about. well, you see, i'm not sure if you mean ol' jim, or that satanic devil man. i've heard stories 'bout him sneaking around this island. but i ain't afraid of him! i ain't afraid of no one. because i am a lance-wielding bandit.
-Pamplemousse
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