You walk the streets in a attempt to find at least something useful for survival. Sad thoughts in your head...

So, you look around, walking along the crowded streets of one of the slum poor quarters on the outskirts of the city of Bokra.

You notice disdainful and unfriendly looks...

"Fucking tiefling... When will this shit get out of our city?!" - these are the most "polite" words of the local inhabitants that your ears have time to perceive.

So, you are dressed in dirty rags and you have nothing.

You don't even have food.

Your stomach is rumbling with hunger.

You, continuing to walk forward, think about what you should do now.

You think about the fact that your life can very soon end due to hunger, poverty or ****.

Now you have nothing but dirty rags on your body.

You have no food or drink.

You have no money.

You have no place to live.

You have little chance of survival now.

The sad thoughts in your mind only intensify when you see a group of slaves carrying a large palanquin past you down the street, covered in blue silk with delicate patterns.

"Why?! Why is someone living in luxury, and I can't even find a normal job to buy food?!" - this is what you think as you watch the palanquin move away.

Noticing the suspicious looks of the patrolling city guards, you are convinced that in this big city you will have big problems anyway.

But if you do not want to die of hunger - then you must act.

You must act and use any means...

Any means to ensure your survival...

You tried to ignore the hostile looks...

You mentally muttered curses to everyone who despised you as you walked through the crowded streets of the poor quarter. Your stomach growled loudly, reminding you of hunger. Periodically, you looked around, looking for an opportunity to steal something to eat.

Every step you took was accompanied by anxious thoughts: "Careful... I must not hurry. I must go further along the streets, so that there are no guards nearby. Otherwise, my problems will only get worse."

As you made your way through the narrow streets of the poor quarter, you felt the weight of the local inhabitants' judgment on you. Your heart pounded as you tried to keep your eyes down and walked slowly, avoiding unwanted attention from guards or crowds of prejudiced and unfriendly persons.

After half an hour of walking through the crowded streets of the city, you thought you had found something suitable...