//The sizable and heavily decorated tome is more than halfway filled already with previous tales of his life, but these are the most recent pages.// Current date is the nineteenth of the Month of Emeralds, 3287. Woe betide any being who gazes upon these pages before I pass on my coils and my will's executor release them. My travels have brought me to a highly unstable region at the edges of the galaxy once more. There seems to be two primary civilizations here, one being an amalgamation of corporations brought under the whip to form a proper state, and the other being a republican federation of substantial instability for being advanced as it is. Why I cannot bring myself to return to civilized space is beyond me, but I am here all the same. I have acquired a new dogsbody, as well as the beginnings of connections to rebuild a proper business. Perhaps this go around I shan't focus on the necessities, there is too much action there for my aging servos to handle. The luxuries shall be what I ply this time. The dogsbody has potential, but they are soft in the processing unit, much like my last one. There is a problem to that blessing however, in that they are the heir to a Greenfinger. My aspirations were awoken with such news, but how can they establish legitimacy if they cannot establish a reputation? I will have to mold them into something more fitting. My dearest Ion, the Program bless her memory, would have my head to know I am conducting finances in my memoirs again, but I simply lack the time to make a separate space for everything anymore. I am by myself once more. Pre-Exile accounts: 60,000 Px in liquid assets Exile costs: 30,000 Px Personal Expenses: 7,500 Px Remaining accounts: 22,500 Px in liquid assets.