Wheeling Gull Isle i know, i know

feng was a man of simple pleasures.  his wild streak was fuelled by ying more than anything.  he had to reach back years to find some ghost of a thing that might have once been called a dream, something that got snuffed out in his boyhood.  when i was young, he begins, folding one leg over the other, i wanted to lead, too.  i think more than anything, i just wanted to be respected.  i wanted loyalty.  but i didn't want to have it centered around ... he trails off.  she can guess; just insert anything that they grew up with.  tradition.  religion.  fear.  i think one day, i will.  i don't have any desire to lead, but i'd like to advise.  i'd like to be put to work.

which is not quite what she asked.  that doesn't sound so wild out here.  but back there?