Happy Life
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Rotterdam spat.
- Useless creature... - He looked around, searching for something to throw at the bird, but found nothing, so he spat again. - I was having such a wonderful dream...
"For the ten-thousandth time."
Does it seem like there's a new tear in his cloak? No, it's an old one.
"When I die, the homeless won't be able to find a cloak to patch up, ha-ha."
His legs weren't obeying him, but that wasn't new either. The last time Rotterdam had been with a woman was six months ago, or rather, he bought a bottle of potent liquor from a homeless woman for a copper coin, and she agreed to spend the night with him on a mattress - he hadn't had money for real prostitutes in a long time. And he hadn't washed in a month, so he hadn't seen his feet in quite a while. He doesn't like looking at them.
- You were probably waiting for lunch? My eyes and entrails? - he addressed the raven again. - The misunderstanding is clear, but you'll have to wait a little longer.
Suddenly, the elf felt sorry for himself.
- You know, I haven't had a heart-to-heart with anyone in a long time. I'm so lonely... - he sobbed. His eyes were already watering, so they didn't get any wetter. - Maybe you could be my friend? I would carry you on my shoulder, feed you rats and grain. We're not that different from each other...
- Useless creature... - He looked around, searching for something to throw at the bird, but found nothing, so he spat again. - I was having such a wonderful dream...
"For the ten-thousandth time."
Does it seem like there's a new tear in his cloak? No, it's an old one.
"When I die, the homeless won't be able to find a cloak to patch up, ha-ha."
His legs weren't obeying him, but that wasn't new either. The last time Rotterdam had been with a woman was six months ago, or rather, he bought a bottle of potent liquor from a homeless woman for a copper coin, and she agreed to spend the night with him on a mattress - he hadn't had money for real prostitutes in a long time. And he hadn't washed in a month, so he hadn't seen his feet in quite a while. He doesn't like looking at them.
- You were probably waiting for lunch? My eyes and entrails? - he addressed the raven again. - The misunderstanding is clear, but you'll have to wait a little longer.
Suddenly, the elf felt sorry for himself.
- You know, I haven't had a heart-to-heart with anyone in a long time. I'm so lonely... - he sobbed. His eyes were already watering, so they didn't get any wetter. - Maybe you could be my friend? I would carry you on my shoulder, feed you rats and grain. We're not that different from each other...
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
