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June 11th, 2021 
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[The thing about honor, Aether has learned, is that it doesn't cover expenses.

The title of Honorary Knight may be a lofty one, but it didn't come with money, or any kind of reward — so for the time being, it's as good as worthless. Aether may be recognized by the local authorities, but he's really just another adventurer, a traveling mercenary, whatever the people of this world call their hired blades. Sure, he drove Stormterror from the city, but that was just a matter of being in the right place at the right time. In truth, most people in the city still don't know his name or his face, and that's fine, really. Aether isn't looking for fame.

He has basic needs, though. He can only sleep outside under the stars for so long, and even if he can skip a meal or two, Paimon can't, and she doesn't deserve to starve, anyway. He needs money, and food, and a place to stay. He'll be able to get that sooner or later through honest work, he's as certain of that as he is of the sword he can call to his hand at a moment's whim, but for now, just for now...

Just for one night, maybe —]
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