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Just in case... Let's say you suddenly became homeless.

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Small Sanek
What if... Let's say you became a locksmith from the Urals.
I'm looking for some basement, an abandoned garage, or an entrance to the sewer. I drag an old mattress from the trash, gather rags, set up a place to lie down, and then spend all day rummaging through garbage, scrounging up small change for vodka, and spending my days in a drunken stupor until the next bottle of cheap liquor kills me, or I get beaten to death by teenagers/police/torn apart by dogs/freeze to death drunk in a snowdrift.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.