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"Right you are sir, right you are." Halftpint rubbed his chin. "I admit that being an aedile is not my dream job, but we seldom do what we really truly want. I am satisfied with the job because it pays well and it is good work. I am not politically ambitious, if you're wondering about that, and I would remain loyal to the man who got me a job..." Halftpint smiled.
"As for what brought me here is a dream. I know I just said that we seldom achieve such lofty goals, but I intend to try. It is my desire to revive the air ship industry from it's hibernation. Within this city is the Arial Factory, now in disrepair, but it is a skeleton that we can fill out! Think of the amazing opportunity for this city as being the first and exclusive producers of this product? The jobs that could be had, the rush of investiment and educated workers? Sir, that is why I am in Primus Gaudeo."
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