23rd of Fall, 512 AV This was a brilliant idea. Of course it was. There was nothing like the feeling of monetary independence, now was there? Not that he'd ever felt it. He'd sure like to, one of these days, but it wasn't looking like he'd be in on his luck this time either. He could continue hoping, however, as his hopes were what kept him going if nothing else. When you looked to make a living, there was hardly anything else you could do than your very best, and Briar had acknowledged that many years ago. Anything to survive. Anything. Even if that meant clattering teeth and shivering in your boots in a snowy wasteland. Of all places, he decided to settle in Avanthal after living in the somewhat warm (or at least humid) Sunberth for most of his life. He had lived here for a while now, but getting used to the cold had been a slow process for him thus far. He lumbered through the streets dressed in multiple layers; clothes, leathers and furs to boot along with a thick blanket draped over his self. One would think him the typical heat-accustomed tourist wandering about the frozen tundra, and that wasn't as far from the truth as one could imagine. While he'd been living there for a while now, he didn't have any long-term plans on living here. Any such ideas were blown away the moment he set foot near the city and felt the bone-chilling temperature of this area. With trembling hands, he regarded the map again. This should be it, he thought to himself as he looked back up again and tucked the map clumsily under one arm. ... He had no idea where he was. All he knew was that he was several streets away from the Warrens he currently holed himself up in, and he supposed it was far enough away to start his daily routine again without someone noting who he was. Not that it'd be particularly easy to point him out from the regular crowd of visitors, seeing as the furs and clothes did a good job at making him unremarkable past... his lumbering figure, of course. A worn and dirty clay pitcher in hand, he rattled the pieces of grit and couple of copper mizas he'd stuck in side while hunching and stalking over to passerbys to appeal to their goodwill -- this was just a regular day in Briar Holden's life these days. "You wouldn't have a few coins to sp-Hey! Hey!" He jogged after the woman when she quickly dodged past him as soon as he opened his mouth. "Stop! Please! My dog is starving!" She didn't listen at all. Briar didn't let that discourage him, however, as he turned to the next best citizen and the cat-mouse chase continued. It was just the same as every single day of this man's life. Trying his best to appeal to their good conscience to mooch off of their good fortune and their money. It wasn't an honest living, but it was a living. His success since coming to the city hadn't exactly been the best, but that'd change soon enough. He needed connections first before he could find the same success as back in Sunberth. ... Not that connections of such nature would exist here at the same frequency and of the same kind, but... There's bound to be someone out there. Right? . |