Along the way, yeah. But you gotta have an endgame, Nisha. And some color variety, y'know?

[Don't knock the money suit.

Jack rubs at his wrists in thought, regardless of Nisha's complaining. After all, at the end of the day, the goal was the same: to bring some fricken order to Pandora, and to ditch the lowlife bandit hordes.

The verdict on Ryslig Peninsula is still out.]

Anyway, looks like none of it matters until we clean up here.