The hectic frenzy of the past hour slowly transitions into the muted humdrum of awkward routine. I indulge myself in what is perhaps my last chance to perform an autopsy - the kuo-toa whip's head is my souvenir now.

Also retrieve Augmenting Whetstone and fake scroll from Garr's pack.

In an attempt to bolster our spirit, I take out my fiddle and sang a funeral dirge in my robotic voice for Garr and the other departed sailors.

♫ And as the fish swarmed faster and fiercer.
The pain rained down our heads.
And Garr, brave Garr. He shielded us.
Paid for it with his life. ♪

♫ Garr, where the fates will you guide?
Plane above? Below?
Set sail for those lands unknown. ♪

Get the Flash Player to play this audio file: The recent encounter is not so easily brushed aside by a song however. Just when I thought I'd gone past Denny's death, the death of our de-facto leader jars me harder than expected. For sanity's sake, I probably won't be able to do this any longer.

Then it occurred to me, why not subcontract mercenary work? The words of financial sage Robertus Kiyosakus came to mind. By hiring out my services, I am an employee who earns wealth from a single source. But, investing in a guild of sell-swords would yield passive income from multiple sources. And as a bonus, it will not require personal risk on my part. True, there is a risk of losing my investment, but it is surely better than losing my life.

I slept fitfully that night, knowing full well that my adventuring life may well be drawing into a close. G-unit will be fine without me - that eladrin rogue far surpasses me in striking efficiency. Yes, one way or another, Veltalar will be an ending, as well as a beginning, in the life of Cal Amah of Rhee.

What, you don't want my bikini-clad body?