[color=black][center][h2]20th Ward Morning, Market District[/h2][/center]
[color=39b54a]"Thank you so very much for your business sir, please come again soon!"[/color] The eager voice of a young girl, who couldn't of been over the age of ten, called from behind a small fruit stand nestled among the few dozen or so other similar stands. Both the excited thank you from the girl and the warm smile and small wave farewell from the young woman, obviously the child's mother, standing beside her were directed to a white haired fellow who had just finished purchasing a few bags of jars of assorted fruits from their stand and was now currently making his way through the buzzing crowd that filled the market district. The fair skinned lad was no other than Decim of course, he made frequent trips to the 20th Ward's market in order to pick up fresh produce and other such items for mixing ingredients to use at Haven. He found that his costumers preferred the fresher fruits of the 20th ward as opposed to their canned counterparts, though it all tasted like rotting fish guts to Decim regardless. 

As Decim made his way through the crowds with his bags of purchases in either hand he reflected on what his day would be. He would have to travel to the 17th Ward back to Haven, unpack and arrange what he had bought, fix the table that a couple of rowdy collage students managed to break the previous night, clean up the restrooms, and help unload the delivery truck that would be bringing in tonight's shipment of drinks. Decim went through his mental todo list a few times, making sure that he didn't leave anything off of it. This may of seemed like tedious and dull tasks, and in all honesty they were, but Decim was contempt with his duties. They were simple just as he liked them.
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