That's the positive aspect of trade I suppose. The world gets stirred up together. That's about as much as I have to say for it.
What's supposed to happen, at the end of a quest? Cheers and accolades, Josh knew; people throw their hats in the air, and you glow with pride as they lift you to their shoulders. What else? Medals, speeches and a great feast, and then a ballad about...
But he wasn't really thinking properly. It was as if the thoughts were chasing each other round and round his head without managing to catch up with each other.
