Who provides for the godforsaken? [D2 EM, Khesir Quarter, Open]
Posted: Thu Apr 29, 2021 6:12 pm
After a very quick, but refreshing shower and a small amount of cheap perfume, Faruq felt ready for another day, leaving his home again with his medicinal supplies and a bucket. This time, however, instead of water he carried it empty. A short stop at the market later, he had it filled with relatively cheap, but substantial foods - beans, cucumber, some onions, some three melons, and a piece of dried meat.
With calm but measured steps, he made his way to the Khesir Quarter. He always found it curious that this part of the city, though considerably more miserable than even the Maze, was much easier to walk through - in terms of the actual way you had to follow at least. Seeing the many diseased people, many people with their ribs showing through their skin... that wasn't easy at all, of course.
You get used to it, he could hear in his head. He had heard the mantra a number of times. It was true, in a way. A cynical, violent truth.
He remembers what he had head the guards saying the previous evening. You can't solve poverty by patrolling. He knew neither could it be done by offering food and whatever healing he could. He knew he could do little for many of those slowly being consumed by a variety of diseases. That, in fact, was one area in which he wished he had received more training from his mother back then - but of course she would've kept him from the worst of what she saw at the time. Still... it was something to work on.
He felt some anger burn up inside him. How could you help? Not make the poor get through another day, but actually... solve it? It was a horrible question, one that kept pegging at his soul from time to time.
He shook his head as he neared the area where he had decided to settle in for the first part of the morning. If helping others get through the day was what he could do... he would do at least that.
He set a towel on the ground, placed the bucket besides it, sat down with his legs crossed and took his medical supplies, placing them in front of him. Again, he didn't think he'd have to actually advertise his free services before some people would draw closer to ask for them.
EDIT: For the sake of survival, let's say Faruq has had enough common sense to leave home with only 15 pool - 10 of which were spent in food, more or less.
With calm but measured steps, he made his way to the Khesir Quarter. He always found it curious that this part of the city, though considerably more miserable than even the Maze, was much easier to walk through - in terms of the actual way you had to follow at least. Seeing the many diseased people, many people with their ribs showing through their skin... that wasn't easy at all, of course.
You get used to it, he could hear in his head. He had heard the mantra a number of times. It was true, in a way. A cynical, violent truth.
He remembers what he had head the guards saying the previous evening. You can't solve poverty by patrolling. He knew neither could it be done by offering food and whatever healing he could. He knew he could do little for many of those slowly being consumed by a variety of diseases. That, in fact, was one area in which he wished he had received more training from his mother back then - but of course she would've kept him from the worst of what she saw at the time. Still... it was something to work on.
He felt some anger burn up inside him. How could you help? Not make the poor get through another day, but actually... solve it? It was a horrible question, one that kept pegging at his soul from time to time.
He shook his head as he neared the area where he had decided to settle in for the first part of the morning. If helping others get through the day was what he could do... he would do at least that.
He set a towel on the ground, placed the bucket besides it, sat down with his legs crossed and took his medical supplies, placing them in front of him. Again, he didn't think he'd have to actually advertise his free services before some people would draw closer to ask for them.
EDIT: For the sake of survival, let's say Faruq has had enough common sense to leave home with only 15 pool - 10 of which were spent in food, more or less.