Dogberry had been working all day. His carpentry was needed to repair some of the planks in the steps rising from The Brume. He was exhausted from the labor, and angry at paltry sum his employer gave him at the end of the day. No doubt the bastard assumed a Roegadyn was bad at counting. An attempt at getting a fair deal was met with the threat of no more future work. His blood was boiling. He stopped short when confronted with a flyer. After looking it over, he smirked and looked at the young (he assumed? Elezen aged weirdly) woman in front of him.
"Y'know, you're th'only one I've seen in this city that has a damned clue?" He said in his thick Lominsan accent. "Ain't jus th'city, whole world's like this. Worker gets nothin', not even th'fruit o' their labors. I been thinkin' it's time t'organize, m'self. We pull together, they can't bully us. Where're these meetin's?"
"Y'know, you're th'only one I've seen in this city that has a damned clue?" He said in his thick Lominsan accent. "Ain't jus th'city, whole world's like this. Worker gets nothin', not even th'fruit o' their labors. I been thinkin' it's time t'organize, m'self. We pull together, they can't bully us. Where're these meetin's?"
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No Gods and Precious Few Heroes
