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"The world takes and takes, even things that aren't offered. Finally, it gave us something back; I wish he was here to share it with me."

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"The world takes and takes, even things that aren't offered. Finally, it gave us something back; I wish he was here to share it with me."

Pinky, quite easily the ostracized member among everyone else who showed up. The others with their fancy clothes and their fancy speech and their fancy being able to read and write looked down on him for being a real man and working with his hands. He felt out of place, detached, but still like he had to look for them so...

Pinky, the largest and most obnoxious spent the night looking out for rats that had attacked them earlier. He, having slept most of the evening in a drunken stupor like every evening. Awakes one of the others when dawn hits and heads back to the docks to work his shift tying ships up, replacing sails and ropes and so forth. He often operates the crane and sweats all through the long day.

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The Peacock wrote:

[GreatPigeon] is better than me.

Noah wakes early in the morning to the stumbling and load noise certainly coming from Pinky. Groaning softly as he heads off to work at the Nomad Inn, cleaning up yet another persons mess. Even though he's done this a hundred times from yesterdays ordeal and the numerous spider and rat bites he isn't in the best condition and sluggish.

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Lillian woke up a bit late that morning.. okay maybe even past noon. Such was the life of a teenaged, street smart, girl of Cordor these days. She sat up slowly and blinked, peering around the dust filled hovel (really more of a closet) that she shared with her mother. She frowned and began poking around the two dirty shelves that made up what they considered a 'kitchen'. A chunk of three.. no four week old moldy bread, half a mug of something that smelt really bad and their two dishes with a couple months of grime and a growth of sorts on them.

*sigh*

She slipped a grungy shirt and leggings on over her underthings, grabbed up her knife (ya never know what a girl might run into out there) slipped on a pair of boots with more holes than they needed and headed for the door. It must have been the fact that the paper was cleanest thing in the room that caused it to catch her eye.

"Hmm, what's this?"

She opened up the paper that was folded, the seal had already been broken, and read it.

"Weits? Wasn't that what mom said was her dad's sir name?" she thought to herself.

She read on.

"Assets? Is that like money and stuff? When is this?", she asked of no one in particular. "Crap, that was yesterday! Dam you mom!"

She ran out the door hoping that Tymora might see fit that something, hell anything - a few coins, some silverware or a piece of jewelry she could pawn off or perhaps even a decent pair of boots that actually fit might be left for her.

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The sweating hairy back of Pinky would greet her upon her return to the house. It seems although pig like and obnoxious the man has some talents. Having already replaced the door and the floorboards himself as well as pulling a few rotten boards out he has begun to replace them and attempting to seal off the gaping whole in the center of the house.

"Im a feckin carpenter and crane operator and shit ba' trade damnit. Aint jus' a feeble feckin dockhand. But I just dun' quit tha' stinking feckin job, shit falllin into the ocean, tha' aint the life for Pinky, feck them and their docks and cranes and shit. I be done with it all"
He gives in explanation as to what he is doing and why he isn't working at the docks.

The man's hands are shaking and he is quite irritable. Having thrown up several times in the process of the hot sweaty work and being without alcohol for an entire day. He is grumpy and started to suffer from withdrawal.

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The Peacock wrote:

[GreatPigeon] is better than me.

With paranoid caution, Laeli would reluctantly trudge her way back to the Weit estate after visiting the Academy.

Ugh, am I actually going back to this run down shack? It's simply not safe! What I NEED to do, is get back to Kohlingen. At this rate, I'll be lucky - lucky! - if I still have my job. ... but I can't just leave the house in their hands. It has to be worth something, despite its condition. And besides, they're likely to ruin it beyond recognition without me there to clean up after them. Then what will it be worth?

Upon arriving, she would do a double take at the repair work being done. ...Impossible. Was that Pinky.. repairing things? She would shake her head in wonder before heading into the master bedroom.

Seeing the blanket missing from the bed, she would let out a soft curse, but curl up on the bare mattress anyways.

Hah. And here I was, thinking this inheritance would change my position in life, but I'm still a poor nobody. I can't believe it, but, that stupid short sword is starting to sound better everyday.

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Rarely seen by her housemates, especially skilled at avoiding the large rough man, but fairly talented at not being seen by any, Maggie quietly observes the others. She lights the stove in the corner to fight the chill and slips out the door, spending each day looking for work or earning a days wage when one can be had.

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