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..