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[center][h2][color=Gold]Daveon Serpenthelm[/color][/h2][/center]

Daveon had frequented the city many times with his parents in the past and it was always a beautiful destination to visit, now was no exception to this particular reasoning. Indeed the city was a grand place to begin the tale of adventure for many a new face that dared to seek greater heights in life. Too bad the cost of living was unbelievable. Needing some sort of residence to call his own it had been with great reluctance that Serpenthelm Junior was briskly walking along with the others touring what he would later call 'the ball and chain'. 
Having lived on the road a great deal in the last few years the idea of paying to sleep in such an place left a bad taste in the young clerics mouth.
His silence was only to be polite as the tour continued on through the housing. 

When at last it was over and the group was allowed to disperse, Daveon offered a simple thank you and promptly departed the large abode. If it would shackle him in debt to take a loan to get started [i]and[/i] pay for his Adventurers licence then the choice seemed obvious. Monster quests were not nearly as readily available now as they had been in his fathers time on the road, so that left the option of getting a more mundane job that would squander his training or find a way to make his own money. Thankfully anyone with a skill could always be counted on to make a quick chunk of Eris on the free market by selling goods to vendors. 
The problem was what to sell. 

As he strolled out of the building and along the dusty trail towards the city proper a multitude of ideas went through his head. 

[color=fff79a][i]Perhaps I could sign on with a lumber mill. No, that would only leave me with more hardship.[/i][/color]

[color=fff79a][i]Maybe there is a church that needs a practitioner? Again no. Odds are other adventurers have taken residence to fill that need.[/i][/color]

His thoughts occupying his mind fully as the idea of what he could do for money rolled about in various ways, Daveons body was on full auto-pilot to the nearest spot he knew that would prove relaxing and offer him plenty of time to think on this particular dilemma. Down by the riverside about a half hours walk from the nearest bridge, well off the beaten path, was a small clearing along the riverside. 

With practiced efficiency Daveon had struck down a few low hanging tree limbs and quietly constructed himself a makeshift lean-to. 
Two long sticks ending in a Y had been placed 7 feet apart and deep into the soft soil, the dirt and some rocks packed around it to make sure it would be secure. After that a long piece of wood, arguably the hardest part to find, had been laid across the two branches. More and more sticks piled on in a slant until it was almost like a wall of wood, with more rocks and dirt placed around the bottom to keep it in place. Next was grabbing foliage. long leafed plants and branches were laid across thickly. This was to make sure that if it rained while he slept, he would not suffer too badly for it. 
With the forest trees overhead, Daveon honestly doubted he would be troubled even if it DID rain but better to be safe than sorry. 

Bedroll unraveled, a campfire pit ringed by heavy stones ready to be lit, and his pack resting nearby, the cleric was ready to brainstorm in comfort. 
Right after he took up a proper position of course!

Taking out his skinning knife from the travelers bag he sheared off the ends of a stick until it was fairly sharp. It wasn't going to be pretty but it would work eventually. Daveon took up his position as he tentatively walked into the water. His boots were stashed in his bag on his back along with his pants, so for now he was just in his robes. The river would supply him with dinner, and maybe some extra if a passerby happened upon his little slice of happiness, but the issue of money still danced in the back of his mind. What could someone sell to a merchant that would never be unwanted, easily found, and could be readily supplied without a lot of needless exertion.. 
Patience played a big roll in spear fishing as he stood motionless in the cold water, the fish swimming by slowly becoming accustomed to his presence.
When one wandered just a little too close.. He would strike.