He hadn't done very well for himself this night. As the half-elf trudged towards a small sewer grate he imagined the mocking laughter of the others and intense look of loathing on Grenich's face. "No food for the runt tonight, if he can't bring home some profit at least." The words he expected to hear yet again.
Dropping through to the sewers, full of offal and a green slime, too like the poisoned mushrooms starvation had forces on him two years ago, the kid spat out, "I hates hims!"