Kwan of the East slum wiped sweat from his brow. The seventeen-year-old kid wore clothes befitting his title. Faded vest and trousers, and a cheap sandal.
Like any other else, Kwan was determined to get out of the slum and buy his own House and maintain it for the rest of his life—which he can't afford to do so. But luck wasn't on his side, one after the other, his folks died. His father died along with some Porters after the Hunters, that should have protected them from the magical beast, left when the raid they took went sideways. The next month, a disease took his mother.
Without any siblings, or relatives. He did everything he could. At day time, he took a job as a vendor, selling magical beast parts for a mere three bronze a day, enough for a slice of bread. At night, he became a custodian in a tavern in the middle of the city, cleaning, serving, and wiping pukes of the hunter.
