Timestamp: 10th of Winter, 518 A.V.
A man named Vasin cautiously made his way through the streets of Sunberth, particularly the Sunset Quarter. It was still early in the day but the streets were certainly alive. He moved with caution not because of he as afraid of being attacked, as he stayed away from the back allies or any shortcuts that were likely to cut his life short. No, he moved cautiously because he wished to avoid a pickpocket rifling through his pockets. He did not have much in the way of money, and what he had he kept on his person. No sense in leaving it at his tent where unattended it was even easier to pilfer. Not everyone was the obvious thug, and he knew from experience that sometimes the most dangerous were the most unassuming, even if he did not exactly know what to look for in that case. A breeze wafted through the slums and carried with it the stench of poverty. A scent he had come to be used with thanks to his time living in the tent city.
So much to do today, and so little time he thought to himself as he navigated his way to the waterway. Luckily for him, he worked on a per contract basis, with some rather steady work. Someday a job was available, some days one was not and it all greatly depended on Goldfinger's Clients. But he made enough money that with his lifestyle that not having a contract one day wouldn't be the end of him. It gave him time for... other pursuits... he thought of the book he kept with him. it was a good way to pass time, and unlike the library, he had learned about he could take it anywhere. But, he had to shake the thought from his head, first, he had to find out if any work was available at the office. No daydreaming just yet he figured, that could come later. Now he just had to get to the Gated Community...
There were no bridges and a waterway blocked the way, so he would need to hire the services of a ferry to make his way there. Vasin would peer up and down the waterway looking for available boats. He was not particularly picky of course, as a ferry was a ferry. One could not afford to be picky anyhow, with so many people living here and the ferries being the only means of moving from one section to another sometimes one was left with little choice or none at all. He spotted a ferry fairly close to him and would move to hire their services. But almost immediately a group boarded and contracted the ferry. They were off in a matter of moments, and it seemed they were in a hurry. Vasin would look around once more for a ferry as his luck had not been so good on that last one.