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Whistling, Kite continued on. He was wondering where exactly he was gonna sleep; Not that it mattered now. That's what he got for wasting the last of his cash on booze when no new work was coming in. At the thought of that, he sighed. Sleeping in the streets when you're a drunkard was one thing, but sober it was an entirely different matter. He supposed it would be alright if he simply slept in one of the many stalls; The owner would just kick him out in the morning.

"Why is it so bloody hard to get a job nowadays...And you figure bounties would turn up like crazy. But no...Stupid thieves just have to be captured by the city guard. Incompetent as they are..."

He muttered as he passed by a guard station. The sun was already setting; Perhaps he could go to a pub and 'persuade' someone to buy him a round...
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