Snippet #1240475

Tyro stepped back out into the rain.

You get nothing for free is and excellent motto he'd been bound by for years. It had given him plenty but a raincoat might be nice...maybe some shoes? The mud found room between his toes in the biblically heavy rain. Nothing much would shift it. He's fought plenty of times for various different people and never once did he get anything he genuinely wanted. Money is largely useless when you don't have a place to call your own to fill. He did wonder whether he could stay in one place again for a long time and he figured he'd go nuts if he didn't move on for too long a time. He was a free spirit, he figured, knowing that to have several meanings. He was doing this because there wasn't much else he could do at this point. He had a debt and an addiction.

The door opened on the small hut where he was to pick up some old clothes one of the women kept. Some grandson or something hadn't come to collect them yet and wasn't likely too. It was better than shivering to death repeatedly. He'd left her back in the...where everyone else was, smoking a pipe so it looked like she'd be a few minutes before she arrived. He crossed the room the fireplace, throwing a flame across to whatever wood was there. He attempted to still his shivering with the fires growing heat.