Tuesday December 25, 2001
Transcript
Narrator:Tobir was never known for its gardens. Even in death the city remained fairly barren of foliage.
Narrator:Those dwelling amid her ancient bones seek to change this.
Chev:Jun-Chev! Why are you playing with plants here? We're smugglers, not gardeners.
Jun-Chev:And sometimes we trade in local slaves, right Boss? Well, I found us some nice, green leverage on them.
Jun-Chev:I had to set a few fires, and shovel some fertilizer, but now we control their only source of vision.
Jun-Chev:Merry Christmas.
