Rodge looked upon the two humans, who had taken a whole of two hours to get cleaned up. Both men were now wrapped into towels, which the gnome normally used to soak up his basement with when the river overflowed every so often.
The problem was that the clothes the two men had come in were no better than a potato sacks.
Rodge knew that there was no way they would ever get a job that way.
And so, he was ready to beg. For he felt so, as if he had lost them the chance to get the street lantern changing job by not providing them with a big enough ladder.
Karma was looking over the contract the World System had drafted for the two of them. On paper, everything looked just fine.
Rodge would get better at his job as mayor, the two homeless men would get a job and stay at Rodge's house. The good deeds meter was on green, and yet…
