"In and of themselves?  No, the pretties aren't 'appiness.  But they're useful fer keepin' the larder stocked, aye?  As fer the rest..."<br/><br/>He nods.<br/><br/>"Solid ground's best, but we've a Hob's son of a choice, 'ere!  It's sail...an' colonize, which might pay after a few dozen years've 'ard work.  Sail...an' fight undead pirates."  He shivers.  "Or join the expedition ta sail right ta th' Big Undead Temple..."  He shivers even more.