I am a scavenger. No, not the kind that you think I am. I don’t go around town following hints to get some kind of souvenir. No, I go over battlefields, loot the dead and maybe sometimes dig up graves for my money. How did it start you ask? I had no money, the war had left us penniless. No, I had to think of a creative way to get money to survive the winter, and I had to do it soon, I was starving, my parents had already died in the war so I had no-one left to take care of me, help me. One time I was walking across the battlefield I saw people collecting things that weren’t theirs, money, jewelry, everything with value. I did the same eventually. I couldn’t stand by, letting everyone take a piece for themselves and starve to death. I started traveling, followed the war, scavenge everything I could find, everything of worth. It came with its risk, but all the weapons and armor to defend myself with was free, just laying around there. When I couldn’t find war, I found myself digging up graves.
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