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[b][color=DECF4C]Wordage:[/color][/b] [i]481 words (+1 points)[/i]
[b][color=DECF4C]Experience:[/color][/b] [i]1/10 EXP[/i]
[b][color=DECF4C]Location:[/color][/b] [i]Sector 7 (Hostel Cafeteria)[/i]
[sup][b][u][color=DECF4C]Interaction[/color][/u][/b][/sup]
[sup]Tora, Poppi, & Giovanna's [@Lugubrious] and Co.[/sup]
[sup]([url=https://youtu.be/D8ZY7wDz394]Partitio's Theme[/url])[/sup][/center]
[i]'[color=DECF4C]All these good folk, just trying to make a life...[/color]'[/i]  Partitio's heart weighed heavy on his breast, his thoughts clouded by a smoldering fire in his heart [i]'[color=DECF4C]Their struggles, their woes, all their ails...[/color]'[/i] the merchant tilted his head to the side adjusting the brim of his pa's old hat, wiping a tear from his eye "[color=DECF4C]Dang it all.[/color]" he said under his breath, voice shaking with emotion.

He had set out on a journey to put an end to people's destitution and rid the world of the devil that is poverty, but the world wasn't so simple as he remembered it. It wouldn't stop him none though, he wasn't gonna give up not til he was dead in the dirt, not til he had done what he told his old man and everyone back home. And he'd be damned if he wasn't gonna do something for the folk of Sector 7.

He may have just been a new face in town but the folk his generosity and willingness to roll up his sleeves to help anyone out was rumor abound, they knew the stranger had a desire to do the work they couldn't. 

A child ran up to him with a curious look on their face and when the little one spoke up it shook the merchant from his sorrow "Why are ya cryin' mister?" it was a little girl dressed in dirty clothes and equally wild hair, the merchant knelt and rustled her hair with one hand and flipped a silver coin with his thumb in the other hand "[color=DECF4C]Nothin' that I can't fix little lady,[/color]" and like hell he wouldn't try, he chuckled and smiled brightly to the girl before standing, yes sir he was gonna get some folk together and they were gonna fix things around here.

With his index and pointing finger, the merchant loosed a sharp whistle "[color=DECF4C]Round up a crew, it's high time folk get these streets fixed.[/color]" his voice rang out between the hovels along the dusty dirt road, stepping up onto a crate in the garbage of the street he had a hand holding his old overcoat over his shoulder.