Snippet #1792

The lightly colored man was no stranger to hunger and no place to sleep. He'd been unable to steal anything because too many people were wary here. They wanted to find whatever had caused the disappearances, and they wouldn't take kindly to his begging. He had turned somewhat gaunt due to lack of food for days, and there were bruise-like impressions that marked the fact he hadn't slept well. The wind tore at his ragged clothing, and his green eyes danced, watchful. His guard never rested.

Callam was on his way to the courthouse. A call had been sent out for able-bodied men to come and help find the answer to disappearances. He didn't care about the glory, he cared about the life he'd gain from doing it. He didn't want to spend his life a thief, and if searching for ghosts, spirits, or a person was what he had to do, he'd do it. Cal had been taught to be a good, honorable person. However, he hadn't been able to live like that. When everybody turned him away, he'd gotten scared. The only solution had been to do what is poor father, whom he missed dearly, had told him never to do.

His footsteps were barely audible as he walked up the lane. He hardly even noticed the other man until the man started playing a song. It was an intricate song, and Cal was somewhat jealous. He'd heard music, but he couldn't play. He even wished he knew how to sing so that he could simply sing to himself. Alas, the skill was not his, so he suffered slightly. He didn't comment as he stepped up and slammed a fist onto the door to try to get someone's attention, and stood back. Callam didn't even look at the well-dressed musician. He figured that the man was there for glory and other such things the higher class people searched for. Not to find a better living because he had no other way.