A week into a new life. A week into new streets, new walls, a new roof over her head. Nothing was like it was before, but Odalis was grateful that she had been given a chance within Sanctuary. It was HARD starting over; before, she had had love, and family… respect and help in her community.
Now, she had the clothes on her back and the GRACE of the Tribunal.
She was beginning to understand the streets around her better than she had when she had first been brought into the city, but she was by no means comforted or at home. YET. She just had to keep telling herself yet. Rebuilding took time.
She couldn’t rebuild if she couldn’t find the bedamned SMITH. The sun was beginning to set, and she still had none of the hardware she had set out to find to make her abode that much nicer ( that much reminiscent of home ). So she bit down her pride and asked.
“I’m looking for the smith. Is it around here?”