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I've learned my lesson. Pa used to tell me I needed to stop with the tricks, that I'd meet someone I couldn't fool someday, and that I'd have to pay more than a couple drinks to be forgiven. When those miners kicked me out of Nashkel with nothing but my shorts, I thought that was the worst it could get.
It wasn't. Rock-bottom isn't when forgiveness is hard-gained, it's when you've laughed, threatened, begged and cried, and they still won't let it go. I shouldn't have taken that Djinni's shinies, I shouldn't have tweaked his wheel and I shouldn't have rubbed it in his face. I've learned my lesson, Pa. Too late.