[Bilbo has been thinking since his talk with one of his new acquaintances. He's been in Luceti long enough to learn his way around, the basics of his situation here, and even to see New Feathers come after him. That's longer than he expected, even after being warned, really; his journey with the dwarves and the Shire still call to him.

But before that, this has made it clear there's something else he should be conisdering. He can't just ignore everything happening around him. He may be small and no warrior, but he's learned he can still have a place among those who are, in his own way.

That's what he wants to find now. He seems very uncharacteristically unsure of himself at first, but he soon warms to his imagined audience, even over the voice function.]

Greetings, Luceti. Over the past months, I have come to know some of you. I've seen what happens here. People's minds have changed and new people have come here, as lost as I was when I first arrived.

I'm no warrior to fight these Third Party. They called me a burglar back home, though I assure you I've never stolen a thing in my life, and I'm not very sure I was very good at that, either. But that doesn't mean there's nothing I can do. I just want to find that. So I wondered if there were people who needed help I could provide, or someone who knows where I might be useful.

[His resume is sort of unimpressive: He's small and quiet, sharp-witted, and good with throwing things. But he won't give up; and he'll learn.]