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Urs chuckled to himself. Hannibal, after all these years in the brutality of the Oasis which had an uncanny knack for molding even the strongest ofwills, still remained a jovial and upbeat man. Whilst many others would find Hannibal's antics obnoxious and distasteful, Urs always got great laughter and uplifting from Hannibal. His almost naive fervor for recognition was always entertaining, and to be honest, Urs found his amicability refreshing in a world rife with cynicism. Urs supposed others might view it as arrogance and egotism, but Urs saw past that. He saw a man with love for adventure, and nothing more malignant, nor spiteful. Although, he could probably see where certain people got annoyed with him, but Hannibal had never bothered Uring. All the years when Hannibal had been chasing escapades whether it be in the scientific world, or whether it be the town guard, Uring had always admired his perseverance and tenacity; his utter devotion to being a man of the people. Urs could not think of a better man in the Oasis to run the caravan; a man who was motivated by the people.

[b][color=lightgreen]"Mr. Hughes, please, you flatter me too much with your kind words of my work. As for the metals, I am a man of principle so I will not officially say anything, but between you and me, yes, I have not been successful, and quite frankly, don't think I ever will be. But that is life, sometimes mother nature will allow it, sometimes she will not. But that's just how it is, and I think you know that more than anyone Mr. Hughes,"[/color][/b] he said, smiling a genuine smile at Hannibal.