Someday I'll Make Something Out of Me

The last job hadn’t paid on account of their employer trying to kill them. Still, with the caravan master’s wagon becoming the spoils of war, Esme was moving up in the world. Literally. She didn’t have to sleep on the ground anymore! That was very exciting news. Now she got to sleep in a bedroll on the floor of a wagon.

Esme shoved her way through the crowd at the Toad & Leech with a basket of food, marching behind the establishment to where her new home slash workplace was parked. On the edge of a no name town like this, she’d take any concealment from the road that she could get. Even if there was a mild but persistent aroma of horseshit so close to the stables.

The rest of the Salamanders and Dogs had gone on ahead while she set all of her materials to rights. The caravan master had been something of a hobbyist in her chosen profession – there was a wall of tiny drawers and a bar to secure them in transit. A bench to work on on the other side. She climbed in and sat down, digging into her provisions.

Cheese and bread and cheap wine. An apple, only slightly withered. She took a big bite, relishing a moment of solitude. Soon enough she’d be back to living cheek to jowl with all the others.