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91 Winter, 517 AV
Winter was coming to a close. The denizens of Alvadas were more freely roaming the streets and businesses were being patronized more frequently. With Winter retreating, so too did the beautiful ice and snow, leaving behind water which saturated the streets,
walls, and soil. It was surely a far from pleasant sight, at least to Kurtsig.
He knew it wouldn't be long before the unforgiving summer came to haunt him.
Kurtsig had just finished his morning routine which consisted of trimming his facial hair, and having breakfast before turning to the corner of his room, where is pack had lay on the floor. He picked it up and donned it before leaving his home. He had received a job request for a home repair, specifically a rooftop, for one of the residents. As he walked down the road, his mood became more somber with every splash his boots made in the myriad puddles on the street. It had reminded him of his days at the Orphanage, where the melted snow would saturate the soil so much that he and the other orphans would not be permitted to play outside and instead had to resort to the much more boring "indoor activities" that Mrs. Holt would have them do, such as cleaning, and this would continue for at least a week.
(to be continued)
