Horace Grumbles

You think I'm spilling the beans to you? Cute.

I'm sure the outpost manager would love to hear all about it. Go ahead, make my day.

Look, I've been through more jobs than you've had hot dinners.

I've survived those, and I'll survive this.

How am I? First day on the job, what could possibly go wrong?

Then I get sent to deliver a mailbag to the northern outpost and get conscripted.

Doc says I've got a few months left so ticking "fight a war" off the good ol' bucket list.

The perfect playground for someone with one foot in the grave.

Since most people don't last long anyway.

You seen any fast ways back to Riverrise?

No need, I'm on a roll here.

Boss is watching, gotta look busy, sorry.

Nah, my last day won't be ruined by help.

Thanks, but I'm perfecting my art of grumpiness.

I'm dying soon, but not that desperate.

Well, before I kick the bucket, why not?

Hey, I'm dying soon, might as well make it fun.

Sure, humour an old man on his way out.

Pretend you're my assistant, will ya?