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He felt the sunlight on his eyes. He had been ignoring it for the last while, an unknown amount of time. He wasn't ready to awaken.

A swift kick to his ribs sent him scrambling against the low brick wall blinking into the sun above him. The figure above him was shadow to his still sleepy eyes.

"On your way."

He looked up into the shadow that carried a familiar cudgel but did not move.

"I said on your way Orphic!"

The scrap of boot leather against sand sent Orphic scrambling to his left avoiding the kick from the guard.

"I don't want to see you sleeping here anymore. You're lucky all you got was a kick." The guard said as Orphic got to his and, shielding his eyes, recognized Darius.

"What's this?" A voice asked from up on top of the wall.

"Nothing Sir." Darius replied with a salute. "Just a street furoo Sir."

"Very well then. Remind him of the mission on Post street. There are beds there for people like him. The worshipers of Sakpata will see that he is fed."

"Yes sir. I would recommend the mission on Post street." Darius' hand rested on his cudgel. "The Sakpatians welcome all furoo. Sleeping on this beach is forbidden by electorate decree."

"Mission on Post steet?" Orphic said as a smile slowly slid onto his face. "I'll be sure to look into that. Thank you for the information."

Orphic turned and began to walk away, the smile on his face falling away as soon as his back was towards Darius. He needed to find food to break his fast, and the copper he earned last night was buried in the sand somewhere behind him.