The past week had been a blur, since meeting Adrian, her now inseparable Ragamuffin partner in life, Things had actually started looking up. Jazz’s smile growing ever bigger every day. Things were simple, yet a goal was clear. And Jazz had been working their knuckles to the bone, fingertips to callouses, every muscle screamed at her, his back aching, and yet, all the while, their smile grows ever bigger.
Having picked up this job the day before, The Petite figure was all to happy to oblige, the meager allowance they were giving them more than an incentive for the Ragamuffin to turn down. Next to her bed at the inn, Left with her compatriot, sat a worn cloth bag, flowing with silver, thirty six and a gold piece, to be exact. Soon they would have enough to be on their way, to get the gear they needed, to traverse, and explore, the poor vagabonds only experiance with life either their home town, or the Inner walls of Stormwind.
Ears twitching, She looks back as the foreman directs him, yelling commands. The Disgruntled man had a vile distaste for orphans, And Jazz was no exception. Grumbling, Jazz hefted, her back screaming as the weight hit him, but still, pressing on, fingers dipping into the bottom of the barrel as they struggled to move it. Managing to get it halfway up the steps, he sett it down, huffing, sweat dripping down the tips of her hair. Soon however, the barely would slip, Rolling backward toward the Ragged youth, who throws all their weight back into it, shoulder aching as it connects with the unmoving wood. Though the Barrel steadies, and holds fast, Jazz was not so lucky, suddenly slipping back, rolling down each step, though it wasn’t until he bottom that pain truly wracked the poor youth’s body. Pants splitting at the knee, and face bruised, and battered...And that was only the start of the day.
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