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"So so hungry..." Zhroin thought to himself as he wandered around the slums of Corellia. It had been almost three days since he had really eaten anything, he felt weak as hell, and his head was killing him. He wasn't sure if he would really be able to steal from anyone in his condition, and things just weren't looking good. Not too many people were outside, as no one really liked walking around the slums at night time for some reason.
The wind blew and he was reminded of the condition of his clothing, ripped up, dirty, and worst of all thin. Winters were always the hardest time for someone in this kind of position, but somehow, he had always made it through.
He noticed a small run down bar a little ways down the street from him. While he sure as hell didn't have the money for a drink, maybe there would be someone who was very very drunk outside the bar. If he could find someone in any worse sort of condition than he was, maybe he could improve his luck.
The wind blew and he was reminded of the condition of his clothing, ripped up, dirty, and worst of all thin. Winters were always the hardest time for someone in this kind of position, but somehow, he had always made it through.
He noticed a small run down bar a little ways down the street from him. While he sure as hell didn't have the money for a drink, maybe there would be someone who was very very drunk outside the bar. If he could find someone in any worse sort of condition than he was, maybe he could improve his luck.