Life is Good

Ahh, livin the good life. Now I see what I been missin (dang, I'm a clever one). Baron von Raticus is right. Da more people der are, da easier tings get. Turns out that once ya git a bit a coin and hang round with 'ard workin folks, they just start throwin copper at ya. Hell, even gold now! Sittin there with a full belly and me new friends, and dat Volo guy imself comes up and throws 10 dragons at me. For doin nothin but hanging about with fine folk. Tried to pull the old "more where dat came from" sham, but ol Pete was never blind enuff to fall for dat. Still, me friends wanted to go off, and da Baron thought it was a good idea. Who am I ta argue?
 
Turns out it pays to 'ang out with the lordly folk. Me new mate wit da fancy armor got in da middle of a bar tussle, but da punks wadnt dumb enuff to want a proper floggin for messin wit him. Might come in 'andy to 'ang around a mate like dat. Plus me new lizard lady friend who hates cats made me a nice batsicle. Now I got its power in me, too. Nother lady keeps writin down all me jokes - I'm tinkin she wants ta be me personal bard or sumptin. Long as ah git a cut o whatever she sells.
 
Heard a right purty bit o poetry from the little country lass, didn't know she 'ad dat in 'er. Den da Baron did a bit o showin off fer me new mates, an it looks like we got in a bit o' a tussle. The little lass got me feelin ma youth agin, so I busted a door down and tassled wit some crow creeps. Da nice lizard lady did a bit more a dat freezin an magicky stuff, and da lord turned out to be more than just a fancy pants. Plus da lady wit write me stories down 'pears ta 'ave a bit o the magic in 'er, too.
 
Lookin like we may git a bit more profit out ah dis yet...