When he compared this to his interactions with others—whether they were human friends, foes, strangers, or even vicious creatures—he noticed a pattern. He almost always ended up being the first to make friends and appear good, almost invariably.
Even more striking was the fact that some of his old friends, whose wives he had pursued on multiple occasions, still bore him no hatred, save for some irregularities.
Despite his blatant flirtations and the blame placed squarely on him, they seemed to harbor no lasting resentment.
'Mayhaps they loved grog more than their own wives.'
Reflecting on his entire life, he realized that he had never truly experienced hatred from anyone. Whatever wrongs he had committed, mostly petty crimes such as theft, had been forgiven without any deep-seated animosity.
He wondered if this was truly a result of his infinite charisma. If so, how had he acquired such godlike stats, and when had it even happened?