Timestamp: Solaria, First of Kalendryas, Winter in Era XIV PF.
It had come to this. He was a proud man, of course, but pride was something one couldn't quite eat when one's stomach was empty and the rent was due. There was a lot one could do with that situation, especially in this dark city by the bay, but for the moment, it did well to, well, take chances.
Hence his presence here today.
Smoke from the chimney was always a good sign. It meant someone was home, and that something was cooking. Prosperity was getting to be more difficult to spot these brightenings.
With a deep breath, the man knocked lightly on the door.
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I wake up every mornin', lookin' at the face of death, and you know what? He ain't half-bad.
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