Faolan frowns at her, although whether it's because he hasn't gotten a straight answer or because she has basically admitted to something which he can only dream of -- being blessed with enough money to never have to worry about anything -- he cannot say for certain. (Though the truth is it is perhaps a little bit of both.)
"This and that," Faolan says, shifting slightly on the bench. "Some of us have to do a lot more than 'dabble' to make ends meet." Bitter? Who, him? Not at all. He's only lived on the streets a handful of times, that's all. Is it a cryptic answer? Hell yes. But glass houses, and all that.
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"This and that," Faolan says, shifting slightly on the bench. "Some of us have to do a lot more than 'dabble' to make ends meet." Bitter? Who, him? Not at all. He's only lived on the streets a handful of times, that's all. Is it a cryptic answer? Hell yes. But glass houses, and all that.