Food Distribution (Quest)

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The first city at which Levi had come to reside was Hillsfar, just beyond Korasus. With no money, he was forced to live in the streets. He witnessed the atrocities that men committed against themselves and drokagr alike. He learned that it wasn't just his drokagr kin who were treated unjustly, he soon witnessed that there were many humans who were destitute and treated as unjustly as were the drokagr. Apparently he wasn't the only one to see it, so when Valara requested that he aid her in feeding the poor of Hillsfar, he accepted the offer of his fellow Drokagr. It was also a nice opportunity to at least have company with whom he could converse. So it passed on the first day, he poured out the slop that passed as food, the initiative didn't have the funds to provide rich meals, but it was sustenance that the recipients may otherwise not of had or would of had to steal. He was somewhat useless for the lunch rush as he couldn't really make out what he was doing, the blazing sun blinding him, but when the evening came the sun having set, he was once more able to see and it was then that he truly began to witness who he was feeding.

All manner of folk pass through the line, some he doubted really needed the offering, but were taking advantage of their generosity. Others looked on the brink of death from exposure and starvation. It was especially hard for him to witness drokagr who were elderly and dying, how could they isolate themselves such that they would age to that point? This was not just a failure of the humans of Cruinthe, things like that were failures of his own people. That evening gave him much to consider about the state of the world he lived in, the way that people treated eachother. It was rare to find kindness in the world, he himself rarely offered it, surely there was something he could do? Surely there was some way beyond just handing out food in which he could enact change? These thoughts occupied his mind as he drifted to sleep, it was odd to sleep with the stars out, this was normally his active time, but he felt a certain pull to serve the poor of this city, at least for a little while. And while he loved the night, to most human's night was time to sleep.

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And so it was on the second day that he came to work with Valara inside a building they had re-purposed to feed and house some of the homeless and poor. The lighting in the building was poor, part of the reason he was being asked to work there as Valara more than most understood the significance of his black sclera. He was quite at home in the dimly lit soup kitchen, even going so far to try his hand at cooking some himself...

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k=10; Cooking, Untrained; Soup Kitchen Slop, Easy; Threshold 25: egjc_QUr (57)

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...however he was quickly ran out of the actual kitchen by the two individuals who normally cooked the meals after he basically ruined an entire vat of the stew. The two cooks worked frantically to save it, and they kind of did, however it was pretty bad even by free food standards. He would stick to serving and retrieving things from the cellar after that incident.

The knowledge that came with working at the kitchen was oppressing, how could anyone rise out of this situation. There was no justice here, there was only cruelty upon cruelty with a service such as this kitchen a mere candle in the darkness that was inflicted upon the poor and destitute. He could be one of them, one of these people who had given up, who had seceded from normal society and had no hope or aspirations of returning.

It was a soul-crushing observation. He couldn't sleep that night, but he would help one more day. It would likely be all he could stand, not because he believed the work beneath him or that it was pointless, but because the ordeal showed a side of society he could not abide by. Here, serving food to these people, he was merely treating a symptom. It was out there in the world that the disease existed, a tumor that needed to be excised before the rest of the body could heal.

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His next day began in the same building as the day before. It was same faces, wearing the same clothes, with the same expressions, passing through the same line, to receive the same food. He would have believed the previous day a prophetic dream had it not been for the fact that he was immediately run from the kitchen the moment he stepped within. There were new faces, he wasn't sure if they were new to the scene or if they had merely avoided the kitchen the prior days, and he didn't speak a lick of cruic to ask them himself. He served them the slop all the same.

Some faces were missing too. He pondered as to their fate. Were they merely avoiding the place for the day? or had something happened? Would anybody else notice? Would anybody care? The injustice of it all was too much for him, but he held it all in. There was nothing to do here but serve soup. At least until he caught a small detail that he would have overlooked were he not looking for the faces from the day before. A man who was coming through the line wore a simple silver chain with a unique pendant, a pendant he had seen on one of the missing faces from the day before.

He was not sure how to react, or if he should even react. Could there not be two of the same pendant in the world? As the man came closer, he could make out bloodied knuckles and clothes. Still, he was unsure if he should react. Correlation was not causation, there could be other explanations for the wounds. He stared at the pendant as the man approached in line. The man became defensive despite Levistus not saying a word, simply staring at the pendant caused a somewhat violent reaction. The man shoved Levistus, or at least attempted to. He was on the other side of the man and throwing him across the room in an instant. The man deserved it. Those around didn't understand that, and he couldn't explain it to them. So he left, he hadn't planned on coming back the next day anyways.