Interesting, I've always thought it made sense for the merchant class to be so close to a port city. Constant business coming in and out.
[ Royalty and military ruled the other areas, depending on where it was, but there was always money coming in and out of Ketterdam. Legal or not, it was such an easy place to do trade. Money was the power and the people who could wield it. He knows there's a heavy stack of coin waiting for him back there, although he kept it stored for now, not trusting himself with it. He doesn't trust himself even now, although he's managed better than he ordinarily would without gambling.
Jesper makes a face at the thought of said racist sexist militarists. ]
Fjerdans for us. Very hateful people. They're technologically advanced and hate magic, they're more advanced than here, a lot of types of guns and a tank, a giant armored weapon vehicle.
[ Jesper has had a lot of different people say what types of technology work for them, so he doesn't assume at this point. Thus he explains just enough, in case it's new to someone. Tanks are definitely the most advanced tech he personally has ever experienced, and he rode in one. It was fun and all, but he'd much rather be on foot and with a gun in hand. There's too much left up to change when zooming around in something mostly machine.
Ketterdam is the best, in Jesper's opinion, it's where he'd pick without questiom. He doesn't like to think about how helpless the situation is here. He can't choose to go back. He's stuck. He may never see it again, or anyone there. But Jesper is not someone who lets himself stay down. He finds a way to bounce back. He sighs though, glancing up at the sky.]
I'm saving up for a gun. It costs a lot here. Doing odd jobs, a messenger, working at an inn, whatever it takes. But I suppose I'm going where the wind takes me. What about yourself?
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[ Royalty and military ruled the other areas, depending on where it was, but there was always money coming in and out of Ketterdam. Legal or not, it was such an easy place to do trade. Money was the power and the people who could wield it. He knows there's a heavy stack of coin waiting for him back there, although he kept it stored for now, not trusting himself with it. He doesn't trust himself even now, although he's managed better than he ordinarily would without gambling.
Jesper makes a face at the thought of said racist sexist militarists. ]
Fjerdans for us. Very hateful people. They're technologically advanced and hate magic, they're more advanced than here, a lot of types of guns and a tank, a giant armored weapon vehicle.
[ Jesper has had a lot of different people say what types of technology work for them, so he doesn't assume at this point. Thus he explains just enough, in case it's new to someone. Tanks are definitely the most advanced tech he personally has ever experienced, and he rode in one. It was fun and all, but he'd much rather be on foot and with a gun in hand. There's too much left up to change when zooming around in something mostly machine.
Ketterdam is the best, in Jesper's opinion, it's where he'd pick without questiom. He doesn't like to think about how helpless the situation is here. He can't choose to go back. He's stuck. He may never see it again, or anyone there. But Jesper is not someone who lets himself stay down. He finds a way to bounce back. He sighs though, glancing up at the sky.]
I'm saving up for a gun. It costs a lot here. Doing odd jobs, a messenger, working at an inn, whatever it takes. But I suppose I'm going where the wind takes me. What about yourself?