The life of a wanderer truthfully was not as glorious as it seemed. While the constant curiosity of what came over the horizon often inspired growth, with different settings and landscapes came new rules to follow without any knowledge for those ill prepared. Something as simple as money, for one. What was currency in one place could mean nothing somewhere else.. Though to place blame on that factor alone wasn’t fair.
The expression of the swordsman was dull. Her posture was hunched over, and she screams unamused without saying a word. The effects of depression were very much real, as her current condition hints this. Her funds were exhausted and she had only lived in the new area for a week! While amount given to start seemed reasonable, now without a spec to her name she was reduced to fishing for her own food using improvised materials.Her state was pitiful as she sat by the riverbed, waiting for a fish.
Unfortunately, something else bit. Her presence being familiar reminds her of Chaldea, but memories of were faint as she approached. “..They aren’t biting today if you’re curious..” Her focus doesn’t move over to, mouth only sighing. “Though if you have any luck, would you mind lending it to me? I could use it right about now.”
@bcdhisattva
