87 - Papia Barbera De Wimmer - 01

My stomach grumbled, and I was cold. It was turning winter soon. That meant that I had to find a shelter that protected me from the snow and cool air instead of sleeping out in the open.

The park, however rough it was to sleep in, had been my sanctuary in the warmer seasons for years now.

No matter how bad my life has gotten, the park was always there, waiting, as an old friend would.

Oh well, time to say goodbye once again, my old friend.

I patted the dew-covered grass as a farewell gesture.

Standing up, I stretched and yawned loudly.

I checked my gear; one small dagger, check, and that's it.

That was the only thing I had besides my worn-out clothing.

Even if it's a little dull, there was no rust on it, which meant it's the best I can get with no money to my name.

Time to get to work.

Food wasn’t just going to materialize itself in front of me.

Perhaps if I were a magician, but where would I ever get a spell book?

The only skills that I have are in survival and thievery, and the skil