"I left early in the morning this time. Bastards aren't usually awake at a time like this. Even then, I hate that I still gotta keep my fucking eyes open. One of my friends got a knife right in his throat. Poor bastard. I told him not to leave at night with his fortune. The predators always wait for the most opportune time at night. Wish I could avenge him, but it ain't in me. I ain't no idiot. Anyone who can attack from the dark knows when to not be seen. They also tend to have fucking friends. In this place, everyone always had connections to someone else. If your connections ain't higher than theirs then the only thing waitin' for you is a bloodied docks on this cursed island.
I shivered when I heard a barrel creak. Fucking rats, the lot of them. I just have to take my time. Gots me own personal stash. I plan to sail off this fucking rock to a place where I don't gotta look over my shoulder the whole time. Still, I might miss walking these streets. It's quite a fucking sight when the sun rises. Almost makes you think this ain't the den of serpents people make it out to be. I just hope I don't meet those bastards of that bitch from the Dead Tales. I owed her money once, forgot to pay it and she ripped three teeth outta my mouth. Never dealing with her again. In fact, I hope I never gotta deal with the whole island again. May my cock stay deep in Tyche's cunt. I'll need all the luck I can get." - an excerpt from a man of Draegnar found in his home.
Hello again!
I hope you all not only enjoyed that little story but also the image of one of Draegnar's streets. A bit less... gloomy on the island this time to show that even the most ruthless places can be peaceful at times. This was also done by Kiofour from Fiverr for the March Roadmap! Overall, I enjoyed how it turned out!
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