This was already Angus's fourth time queuing here, and each day brought more people than the last.
On the first night, he had thought he might not be able to hold out anymore. Then that bald Mage had used magic to set up some kind of "windproof barrier," keeping children like him from freezing to death.
There are still good people in this world. It's just that Angus never gets to meet them.
Angus was presently curled up in the queue outside Hogg Workshop, clutching the silver coin and application form that the harbor Thieves' Guild district boss had stuffed into their hands. He did not dare let either of them suffer the slightest mishap.
For that reason, he did not even dare fall asleep.
Because, in the eyes of those thieves, both items were worth more than his life.
If some other "colleague" made off with them while he slept, he had no idea what bleak fate awaited him.
Though he had joined the Thieves' Guild only a few days ago, he already knew that the guild was far from harmonious within. In fact, it was quite the opposite.
Thieves' Guild factions with differing beliefs and affiliations often clashed over profit.
And bottom-rung mongrels like them were often reduced to sacrifices in the factions' mutual struggle.
Fortunately, he made it to eight o'clock the next morning once again.
When the doors of Hogg Workshop opened, Angus hurriedly rose with everyone else and waited for the queue to begin processing.
Angus had been standing fairly near the front, and it was soon his turn.
The first two times, he had worried that they might notice he was lining up repeatedly.
But the clerk had merely glanced at him, taken the silver coin and the application form—crumpled from his tight grip—and