Pitiful, how a job needed to be requested to keep orphans company. She’d visited orphanages in the past when travelling with her father at a younger age and he seemed to get along with the kid and brighten up their days with gifts and stories of the ancient gods. As her father was deceased, she’d thought it was her time to take up the task of helping out the younglings. Of course there would be payment, though she wasn’t too keen on taking money from the poor but she didn’t want to be the one to show off that she didn’t need it. Still, she did have a few gifts to donate to them from a collection of stuff she had used in the past that may prove more use to children.
The woman would make her way through the sands of the city slum streets, clothed in a cheaper wear than she would normally be wearing whilst having a sack hauled over her shoulder. She didn’t want to wear items that would likely spark attention from a desert thief, though she was quite fond of her home it wasn’t the safest of places. It wasn’t that long before she reached the entrance of the orphanage that was nearest to her. It had a shoddy appearance from the outside, somewhat broken windows whilst it felt as it was an abandoned building, deprived of love. A sigh of sadness come forth from her lips, before she made her way into the building.
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The woman would make her way through the sands of the city slum streets, clothed in a cheaper wear than she would normally be wearing whilst having a sack hauled over her shoulder. She didn’t want to wear items that would likely spark attention from a desert thief, though she was quite fond of her home it wasn’t the safest of places. It wasn’t that long before she reached the entrance of the orphanage that was nearest to her. It had a shoddy appearance from the outside, somewhat broken windows whilst it felt as it was an abandoned building, deprived of love. A sigh of sadness come forth from her lips, before she made her way into the building.
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