It was a beautiful day in the neighborhood for him the jester, but it wasn’t the case for the people within Talaz Lagaar. It would seem like they were suffering more than anything, which was sad, but none of his business. It was their own fault they were in this mess, so he figured that they would have to do their best to get out of it. Still, he was helping them even though he felt this way. He figured that he would make his jewels this way and that was all that mattered to him.
He had been doing this stupid kind of job for a while and he figured he would handle it today. It would seem like they wanted him to come back to the campsite and take care of the sick people. The disgusting people who couldn’t even clean themselves because they were basically dying in a bed.
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