( Jesper sighs, having reached yet another brick wall on this, he doesn't know why they're so reluctant. Killing is killing. At least he'd be killing things that weren't people, it really does seem like a step up, slightly less questionable. )

There's nothing equivalent to what I do back home here, and it's driving me insane. I'm a person of action, I'm not meant for a boring life.

( He's talked to Shepard about them going after bandits, getting a crew together, arming them to the teeth, and heading out, just to be able to do anything. He is very twitchy in a quiet life. He was supposed to settle into one back home, with the option to run out when he needed an adventure. Jesper doesn't have the same burn under his skin anymore though. It's not that he can't help it, like before. )

My gang and I would get into the most incredible capers, we always had something cooking, never a dull moment. How do normal people exist for decades like this?