This was a good expedition. probably the best I've seen.
Probably the best ever.
Things are accelerating. Rapidly. The world is changing, possibly for the better.
But honestly, all I can think right now is that _I_ killed the prince of Valacia. Me. Plenty of help getting there, but at the end, the person who ended his life was the bastard son of a Dockside doxy. Lowest of the low.
Someone he wouldn't have pissed on 15 years ago for fear that being poor might be contagious.
Long Live Ximeon, First of his name, Inheritor of Nothing, and Earner of everything he's got.