Kurdran had gotten a bit tired of just hanging around in the festival grounds. He felt like the stalls were starting to repeat themselves. On more important note, the oaken bar seemed to even be closed for the day. And with that included, his savings were starting to look a bit emptier. Thus, the logical conclusion was to get a job again.
...And as was Kurdrans typical luck, the job turned out to be as action heavy and interesting as many of the other ones he had done. There was nothing here to gain, except payment for standing around like an idiot. On top of that, he had been forced to wear his kimono for the occasion. This had led into this self proclaimed "proud dwarven warrior" to become pretty much what people would refer to as "a mail box". And he was not any happier about it than anybody else.
"Go to the festival, support local cleaning services, cause the bloody bastards who are supposed to do it are too darn lazy..." He did have his own charm though. You could almost see his mohawk drooping.
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