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one jump ahead of the slowpokes, one skip ahead of my doom (open to all!)
Davin's moral compass is really starting to be a pain in the ass.
He has no money, and there seems to be no way for him to earn money that wouldn't make him feel horrible about himself. Men and women alike have offered to buy him for the night, and he's turned them down. He could do magic for people, but all his contacts come from Coop and therefore they all want dark magic, which is something Davin would never do in any case, but especially not for profit.
His cheekbones have become slightly more pronounced, and he's had to tighten his belt. It's just a sign of the times, and an unfortunate side effect of choosing his apprenticeship over his job at the pub. Coop usually has food out, but Davin only sees him a few times a week. He's able to do odd jobs sometimes, which can earn him room and board for a night or so, but that isn't reliable at all.
Someone is selling fresh baked bread and cured meats at a stall in the marketplace, and Davin is standing and staring with an expression of open longing on his face. He would never steal, but maybe he could charm young man selling the bread for just a scrap, just a crumb. Maybe.
He has no money, and there seems to be no way for him to earn money that wouldn't make him feel horrible about himself. Men and women alike have offered to buy him for the night, and he's turned them down. He could do magic for people, but all his contacts come from Coop and therefore they all want dark magic, which is something Davin would never do in any case, but especially not for profit.
His cheekbones have become slightly more pronounced, and he's had to tighten his belt. It's just a sign of the times, and an unfortunate side effect of choosing his apprenticeship over his job at the pub. Coop usually has food out, but Davin only sees him a few times a week. He's able to do odd jobs sometimes, which can earn him room and board for a night or so, but that isn't reliable at all.
Someone is selling fresh baked bread and cured meats at a stall in the marketplace, and Davin is standing and staring with an expression of open longing on his face. He would never steal, but maybe he could charm young man selling the bread for just a scrap, just a crumb. Maybe.