Iron Sky
Procedurally Generated
Jax's thoughts drift back to the streets of Bacarte. To the times when he was forced to find a warm stone alleyway every night or freeze to death. To when the other urchins called him "lizard breath." To the many, many times he cut purses from uppity rich women and pickpocketed wallets from unaware men. Except for the name calling, being an adventurer hasn't been terribly different from those experiences.
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