Algadon fan fiction

[crewman]

I learned to control my impulses in time, because I grew weary of being chased from hither to yon by mobs of villagers with pitchforks and flaming brands. I learned how much humans value the pretty metal which you call gold.
Soon I learned that there was a particular class of humans who wandered far and wide along the roads of Algadon, carrying wagonloads of goods and foodstuffs, as well as pouches of the yellow gold coins. They were easy to recognize. Many were careless, all called themselves merchants.

[mailmeharry2008]

Hmmm.....