I had my chance at glory once; to mingle with the upper crust of society at their fancy parties, and to wear fine jewellery and fine robes.
Instead I chose the path of the common man; I turned away from my friends and found new kinsmen among the gutter-folk. There I toiled for years greasing the gears of our community, making sure everything worked as it was supposed to. Frequently I would get yelled at whenever anything was ever so slightly off, even if it made no practical difference.
I saw my old friends the other day. They were walking down the street in their riches, with servants following suit. I pondered whether I had made the right choice all those years ago...
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