[ He's not wrong. Boars do dig. It's flawless 'drunken' knowledge, courtesy of Felix. ]

A mercenary life does suite you.

[ Not just for swords—just a life out there, no longer straddled with history, tradition, duty. Dimitri wouldn't mind being a mercenary either, even if he finds money poor motivation for anything.

It's all idle dreaming though. He picks out another drink from a nearby serving station; this one is milder, a scarlet brew that soothes nerves. He prefers it. ]

But there's plenty keeping me from a career in agriculture. It was just a moment of silliness on my part.