They made it out of garbage, in a shitty back alley. I paid my last silver for those guys to set up a place for Callum to sell his wares, and they made it out of garbage. What the fuck.

I used to run a God-damned criminal empire. I had a dozen of some of the most competent people you’ve ever met working for me. I had my hands in every dark dealing going on in this fucking place, and loyal lackies who would jump at any command I gave them. I could snap my fucking fingers and get a full new shop set up in an hour, set to sell the finest drugs and contraband this side of the Kaltlina. And now I’m poor and my shop is made out of garbage.

Doing the right thing sucks. I forgot just how much it fucking sucks. Do-gooders don’t have an easy time. We have to worry about feeding the whole damned town instead of just ourselves. We have to consider the far and away repercussions of our actions. We have to make money ~ethically~ and try not to fuck the stupid prideful members of town over. We have to think carefully before threatening to kill an entire noble house…. fuck. Fuck fuck FUCK fuck FUCK FUCK FUCK. Piece of shit town, piece of shit nobles, stupid fucking piece of shit SHOP made out of FUCKING GARBAGE.

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I lost my way for a long time. Years. Let the anger take me, let my morals slip because all I wanted was… I don’t know. To fuck people over? To cause problems for the fun of it? To hurt people like I’ve been hurt? I found others similar to me. At first. Eventually I started finding people who were just mad. Angry. People with bones to pick with the people of town. Bounty hunters, mad bombers, angry siblings, spiteful winemakers. Anyone willing to do what I said and a lack of morals. It was exhilirating, having all that reach, all that power. But it was poison to my soul. I had to leave, or I don’t think I would’ve remained the sort of person my friends would recognize.

I’m still in debt to the fucking Disinherited, the damn gang that I MADE. I gave up everything to be here. But I’m doing the right thing. I feel it. This is what the wielder of the Blade of Sorrows is meant to do. And soon Blair, Ciaran, and Callum will be here. The Ordugh Croy back together!

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You know, maybe it’s not ENTIRELY made of garbage. I guess the canvas tent top is pretty nice, actually. And that poster board isn’t so bad. And the back alley location sort of reminds me of an old clubhouse B and me used to hang out in… I guess those guys didn’t do all bad…. And it was pretty last minute. Hopefully Callum will like it.

Maybe it wasn’t a waste of silver after all.