"... I have been roped into calculating minimum yields, translating the hellish language that passes for Old English here, hunted a giant kraken..." She gripped the cup tightly now. "... And I keep looking for the trick. I keep thinking, 'a place like this can't possibly exist'."

"Not that I think the Corsairs are perfect. On the contrary, there's so much room for everyone to have better lives, unhunted and unharmed, but..."