When I first got to Marno, I wasn’t able to afford to live in the lap of luxury.
I kept a small apartment on the edge of the packland. The building was pretty beat up, the shingles slipping off and the siding had big chunks taken out of it.
Now, on a clinic salary, I could move to a nicer place, but I had grown fond of the neighborhood.
Despite Marno’s active trading business and tourist industry, its wealth wasn’t evenly distributed among the pack members. For example, most people that lived in this area of the packland were in a rough place financially. Life wasn’t easy for them, and thus, they weren’t exactly friendly to begin with.
At first, people in my building had given me the cold shoulder or even cursed for no reason under their breath as I walked by. However, they didn’t do anything to hurt me. After I’d ignored their harmless provocation for a while and helped one elderly with his rheumatic disorder, their attitude had changed 180 degrees.