May 13, 2018
@ghraidh
This city stinks. None of the shopkeepers will accept Threo’s offer of food in exchange for requests involving physical labor, she can't find a job board, and she doesn’t usually carry money around, so how is she supposed to feed herself?
Finally, the strain of walking becomes too much, and Thro collapses, clutching onto the ankle of whoever’s unfortunate enough to be walking nearby with an iron grip.
“Ohhh, I’m starvinggggg, I haven’t eaten in a day... I need... cake... or dragon steak... I’m not super picky right now...”