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[hider=𖦭]STR [b][2][/b] | DEX [b][3][/b] | MAG [b][1][/b] | DEF [b][1][/b] | RES [b][1][/b] | AGI [b][3][/b] | LCK [b][4][/b]

[b]《 Luck of the Devil 》[/b]
[i]Fortune favours the foul. +3 LCK.[/i][/hider][sub][@Zeroth][@TheMushroomLord][@PKMNB0Y][/sub][/center]
It was intense, the type of poverty present, but it was [i]clean[/i] too, if he had to describe it in a way that differentiated such things from the poverty he had seen before. Their bodies were skeletal or their stomachs distended, but they weren’t perpetually hunched over, and their bones were still strong enough to support their flesh. Some  nursed wounds, others nursed hunger, but they didn’t push around shopping carts filled with garbage, and they still had sense enough to keep quiet in their own misery, to minimize the space their bodies took in these ghettos.

In the distance, he could see city walls, proper walls to keep out those who could not afford to live within them. If there was any organization that C would be willing to trust, it’d be there. However...

A voice, a shadow, and a girl, dressed a way that seemed to intentionally highlight her stomach, which certainly wasn’t so concave as the other destitute individuals present. He glanced back up at the shack behind him. Unstable and rickety, yet capable of supporting a cat-eared human’s weight. His golden eyes stayed longer on the weapon strapped to her back. And in the other corner of his vision? Artificial notifications popping up already; C or the slime must be coaching him about the situation, not that he would be able to read those messages now.

[b]“No, I wouldn’t be too surprised,”[/b] the High Elf replied, stepping sideways away from the doorway in case C had any interest in leaving. Though where he came from, the loudest ones were usually just ignored and quietly disdained. [b]“The other one’s just happy to be alive though; he settled down quickly enough, as you can hear.”[/b]

He motioned towards her with one hand. At her healthy complexion, her colorful, clean clothing, at the sword that could make plenty of meals if sold or used.

[b]“You appear mismatched with our surroundings in the same way though. Are you part…”[/b] His eyes narrowed in thought. She didn’t have the look of police, but approached loud shacks regardless. [b]“…of some sort of community safety patrol?”[/b]