Nobodies of Doskvol, no. 10 of 12.
Weller the Shoe, a familiar figure of the Dockside, staggering home from the drug dens, red of eye, pinprick pupils and nostrils encrusted with powder. His man Veck finds him and takes him home most evenings, knowing that Weller will most likely spend their savings tomorrow. Would that the slums could get cleaned out of those slags that poison its people..
Poor Weller. Veck is the only good thing he has in his life and who knows how long that can last.
Love this Galen!
Sean Nittner Thank you, almost to the end!