A. MNIL? My Name is Lazy?
B.
Nix was an orphan, left in the dead of night at the door to the Mrs. Windersmith's Home for Wayward Youths, wrapped tightly in a ragged blanket, tucked inside a fine, yet well-worn backpack. However, Mrs. Windersmith was a very deep sleeper, so Nix was only found in the morning, when she went out to pick up the milk. After chasing off a crow that was already starting to peck at the baby. Mrs. Windersmith glared at the unexpected delivery on her porch, and he stared back, his infantile hands grasping at nothing, having worked his way free of his wrappings. And thus began a half-decade long state of animosity between the two.
Nix was a precocious infant, and an intolerable toddler. The children under Mrs. Windersmith's care were never allowed out into the streets of Terajuris, instead confined to the three storied orphanage and its walled-in yard. Nix did not like this situation. He was already crawling, which led to climbing, which led to sneaking into the pantry, the basement, and Mrs. Windersmith's room, all places that were strictly off-limits to the children, not that Nix cared.
Most children in the care of Mrs. Windersmith were quiet; seen, but not heard. Nix aimed to be the opposite, to avoid any trouble that might come his way. He might have been able to pull it off, with a less experienced matron, but Mrs. Windersmith was not a spring chicken. A dwarf whose second century was quickly coming to an end, she had been raising the orphans of Terajuris for decades, and with those decades came great experience. Nix was not the worst behaved charge she had ever raised, but certainly one of the worst. He didn't get along well with the other children; they feared him, since he would inevitably draw the wrath of Mrs. Windersmith, no matter waist he was doing, so he tended to play alone, which only got him into more trouble.
When Nix about seven, since he was never quite sure when his birthday was or how old he is, he decided that he wanted to head out into the world. When he asked Mrs. Windersmith, she just lightly (lightly for a dwarf, at least) smacked him, and kept teaching Common. Well, Nix thought, she didn't say no. And that night, he gathered up the few worldly possessions he had, which amounted to a few ragged pairs of clothes, a stick he had named 'Sticker', a small handful of assorted coins stolen from Mrs. Windersmith and her assistants, and 'Handy', the pack he had been left in, since it handily always had what he needed. And with the pack slung over his shoulders, he stepped out into the night.
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