Introduction

You wake up on what looked to be another day of stressful back breaking labor, or absolutely nothing. The bottom tiers are basically not that important, anything third and below are greatly ignored by the royal family and their powerful friends, unless they want to show off power and wealth by parading the streets or making grand gestures. At least twice a week you would notice a nobel among the commonfolk, he or she would walk from person to person to either push them around or toss around money just to see the **** fight for it. It made your blood boil and you swore the minute you had enough money you would leave this godforsaken place to become an adventurer.

The problem was money wasn't exactly that easy to obtain in the lower tiers, and nearly impossible in the bottom tier. Survival basically became a barter system where currency wasn't even used, most people just saved up what few coins they had to pay the tribute tax each year.

You finally managed to get up off of your poorly made bed and make a meager breakfast before stepping outside. You wondered where you were going to find your first job when the familiar sight and sound of a tier one carriage. "Awesome," you say to yourself sarcastically, "well let's see what poor soul has the unfortunate pleasure of becoming tier one entertainment today.". You turn to sit on one of the wooden baskets outside your shabby dwelling and watch the scene. Some of the civilians race for their homes attempting to avoid any contact with whoever is inside the carriage, those are the smart ones. the rest quickly gather around either in awe at the glorious display of wealth and privilege or try the futile attempt to curry favor. "Stop the horse here Geran," a faint male voice is heard from inside. A large man with dead eyes pulls abruptly on the reins causing the two large horses to stop. A smaller man sitting next to him hops off of his perch and races towards the door pulling the handle and bowing at the same time. A woman's voice is immediately heard "Oh, the stench, why must you traverse down into these filthy bottom feeders homes all the time? It is bad enough you stay friends with the soldiers in the third tier but now here we are, standing amongst squallar.". Even from the distance you were you could see the daggers of her words cut through the ****. You couldn't help but spit insults under your breath towards them.

"Now, now Lily, we must not be rude, these are hard working people, and we both know how this system works." The man is heard as he exited the carriage, "we both know all it takes is one wrong move and we will end up here, it is best not to offend these people. We might need them one day.".