Only once, I'm sad to say. It was a beautiful world, and the people I met there even made up for the endless fighting.

[That wanderlust is met with the Cecil brand of misplaced nostalgia, of course.]

It's one of the most surprising aspects of this world, but hardly one I'd complain about. Where else could children and teenagers learn to own property and manage businesses so young? ...Even if I'm not quite certain what is the local age of majority...