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You don't hit the neighborhood of the cottage island you did yesternight; it takes longer to notice if you spaced your killings out.
There's still plenty of prey in the Skirts.
Since this is your first time garroting on your own you choose to go easy, the outer worst of the Skirts.
You follow the smell of Humie piss and shit, the sudden increase in broken bottles littering the gravel.
The domiciles here are huts and small sheds, not even cottages. Even before the Plague they were the poorest, no tools but their hands, no doors to their homes; the people here died in swathes on the first days.
They're still dead, not coming back. The ones that have settled here are out-towners, drifters, scum. People who don't care too much and don't want attention.
Kinda like YOU. You feel a kinship. Not that you wouldn't think twice about gibbing em, but you feel like you <span class="mu-i">understand</span> them.
If they had the numbers and some knives they would be poor bandits. For now, while the road to Plague Town is slim pickings, they muddle and idle along, eke an existence, waiting for life to return to this place so they can get work.
Not actual physical labor, which is plenty wanting in the Pit and the Church; these people work <span class="mu-i">smart</span>, see. What work exactly, well. This n thats, you know. A little mooching, taking what's there to take, selling what's there to sell, you know.
Hear a little tell a little; bet a little whore a little; small things; Grain shaving. By the by their sort'll gather a bunch of likely lads, see. Form their own little thing. An <span class="mu-i">arrangement</span>, say.
Like friends. A little ring of good Not <span class="mu-i">Thieves.</span> How dare you sir. Shame! Now apologize and empty your pockets sincere like, before Donny here shows you the backs of your ears, yeh? friends. It's a circle of trust, see. Between men. Real men.
When there's enough friends, they go into business, see; a business owning businesses. Mooks will be swarming in when the Church's built, like a University Town, see, so it's important the <span class="mu-i">right</span> people are in charge early. Lots of opportunity, rustle up all kinds of money.
Everyone's welcome in Derreschston when it's good again. O' course, since they saved all this nice real estate for the new folk, it's only natural to expect a little gratuity. Say, fifty silvers a month for starters. Nothing much if you're not stingy.
And once they've bought a few places, got some steel, some booze and broads, they can really get things going. Make this place <span class="mu-i">paradise</span>.
Not right now of course. Now they're in the planning phase. Cause they're men of Vision, see, nyerr.
It is precisely because you understand them this much that you chose them for tonight. They're not good fighters by themselves; that's why they like to fight when they're many and the enemy can't fight back.
The only thing different between them and you is, Goblins are better.
