I read this article a while back, that said that the East Empire Company employs more millionaire secretaries than any other company in the world. They took stock options over New Life Festival bonuses. It was a good move. I remember there was this picture, of one of the groundskeepers next to his armored horse. Blew my mind. You see shit like that, and it just plants seeds. Makes you think it’s possible. Even easy. And then you read The Black Horse Courier, and there’s just more of it. The 87 million Septim lottery winner, that kid wizard that just made 20 million on his last book, that trade caravan stock that shot through the roof. You could have made millions if you had just gotten in early. And that’s exactly what I wanted to do: Get in. I didn’t want to be an innovator, I just wanted to make a quick and easy Septim. I just wanted in. The Notorious MAIQ said it best: “Either you’re slingin’ moon sugar, or you’ve got a wicked jump-shot.” Nobody wants to work for it anymore. There’s no honor in taking that after school job at Belethor’s. Honor’s in the Septim, kid. So I went the white boy way of slinging moon sugar: I became an adventurer.