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[Trissy-Tama]

[Redacted at request]

[Cynicalwhovian]

Stella looks back, somewhat surprised, but not uncomfortable. She had received similar reactions from the children in Lower Northedge."I would, yes. Part of my goal is to enable others to enjoy their lives." Stella doesn't even flinch at the cold. She understands that, to Sormias, her own hands were probably burning hot.

[Trissy-Tama]

[Redacted at request]

[Cynicalwhovian]

Stella does indeed not mind. "Although I am unfamiliar with the term you use, I understand the question," Stella begins. "I have need for little, truthfully. If I were to ask you to do anything, it would be to do as I have done: Work to enable others to find what makes them happy. Such actions create positive feedback loops as more and more become capable of helping others."

[Trissy-Tama]

[Redacted at request]

[Cynicalwhovian]

Stella's eyebrows migrate up her forehead. "I am flattered, but I do not see how that would help. As I have stated, I have no need for vanity items. What would creating such a thing improve, in your mind?"

[Trissy-Tama]

[Redacted at request]

[Cynicalwhovian]

"An interesting philosophy. I suppose that, if I become known for what I do, it could be useful. Where would it be displayed?" Stella was not one to advertise herself, but it would be unfair to deny someone their passion.

[Weirdsound]

"Can't speak for your charity work, Stella, but you will become known for these voyages at least." Mr. Shredder chimes in, approaching the duo as they walk up the ramp to the ship.

"Word is getting out. The staff at the Arcaneoforge know we are working on an alien weapon. I hired some people in Lower Northedge to help me pull apart those Alien machines we saw floating around the last star we visited. Sovereigns know I brag about our adventures around the House Lyrandar offices while I work there! If we keep at this long enough, I'm sure we will find something so captivating that all of Sharn will have no choice but to take notice! If you are clever enough, Stella, you can parlay that fame into the good works you seek to practice!"

The Hobgoblin's ears stand proudly. "I, for one, am collecting and preserving artifacts from and relating to our adventures for posterity sake! Once we are famous enough, and my collection is large enough, I'll seek to have it displayed! I'd gladly include that painting, Sorimas, or any other art you produce that relates to our voyages together!"

Mr. Shredder then snaps his fingers, remembering something. "Speaking of my collection... Do you still want that cleaning robot Sorimas? House Lyrandar was going to dispose of it as scrap metal, so I claimed it and brought it to my room. Its yours if you want it. If not, I'll find an artisan to mount it for display!"

[Trissy-Tama]

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[Weirdsound]

"That is the idea. Displaying it for all to see! I might have to employ your charm to convince somebody to lend us their public venue, but it should be quite doable."

Mr. Shredder chuckles a bit at the second part of Sormias's statement. "One as competent as you can afford to have a bad habit or two! But I suppose the construct is significantly less interesting now that we beat out whatever power was animating it. Still, we have been riding a hot streak so far; Two voyages, two interesting adventures! You think we will find more excitement this time?"

[retromach]

"We should be back in time for the Day of Mourning." Kayto commented as he walked over to the helm. "There'll be plenty of thick snow then over the upper city."

The ship began to lift and pull away. The snow on the deck stopped as the elemental sheath filled with fresh air. Snow flew past on all sides like a spinning starfield, illuminated by the ship's lanterns as you rose up towards the clouds.

[Trissy-Tama]

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[Cynicalwhovian]

Stella watches the two for a few moments, before turning again to the snow patterns. She'll do her best to listen, though.

[Weirdsound]

"You know... nobody has ever asked me that before. Most people assume, perhaps rightly so, that us Goblinoids are just a grumpy people, and are grateful when they find one who is nice to them..."

The Hobgoblin falls silent for a long moment as he considers an actual answer to the question. "You heard me talking to that human back there, didn't you? The older looking dock worker? His name is Jacques. I've read his personnel file. He has been working these docks for forty seven years. FORTY SEVEN YEARS! He was working the docks when my father started working for House Lyrandar! That might not mean much to you, but that is well more than half of a human's lifespan. Can you imagine living like that? Doing the same boring labor intensive job, receiving the same modest pay, every day for more than half your life? I can't respect that. I can't even comprehend why somebody would want to live like that!"

The Hobgoblin takes a deep breath to unwind from his rant. "I know nobody on this crew thinks like that. This is a job for doers and gainers. You don't sign up for this madness unless you want to gain something from it: fame, wealth, power, knowledge, hell, even excitement. I'm... not the best at reading people sometimes... but I assume everybody here wants their tomorrow to be better than their today, and unlike Jacques, you are all actively taking steps to make that happen! That's why I like you lot so much!"