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Gypsy Giggling Harmony
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“When I was young and stupid, I was with a band of guys. We called ourselves the Last Heroes. That’s what we thought we were. We went around looking for jobs, not knowing that the kind of jobs people paid a band of homeless kids with weapons for weren’t savory. We took them, though. We honest-to-gods thought we were making a difference for some stupid reason.
Sometimes we needed to ‘acquire’ something. Sometimes we needed to ‘take take of’ a ‘troublesome person’. The only reason I made it in with this group of half-drunk mummers was that I was good at being unseen. That’s what a group like that needed. We didn’t have strength or numbers, so we had to fight dirty.”
> Ortise looks at me, then down the road. Roztown is a line on the horizon now. “How old were you? Didn’t you have parents?” he says.
“I did. I ran away when I was a teenager. That was almost a decade ago, and I never once thought about going back,” I say. My voice wavers at the end because it is a lie. I thought many times about going back, but only stubbornness kept me away.
> He cracks a thin smile, and says, “It’s nice to know I wasn’t the only one.”
“Only what?”
> “Runaway. I left my home when I was just a kid.”
“Why?”
> “Oh, you know. I was stupid. Romance, wonder, adventure. That’s all.” Ortise sighs and sticks his hand into his waistbelt, “Well, I bet we could use someone like you. There’s no telling how many enemies I’ve made already in just the past few days. If you’re as good as you say at being clandestine, what can you offer my faction?”
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