An elderly person living alone in a hovel had but one wish. To live, if but for a little while, somewhere warm in their old age. They awoke one morning to find themselves in an enchanted wizard's tower, that was also part retirement home, that moved through the lands. And the kind wizard helping them, and other elderly, find solace and companionship in their twilight years. -- Lessons
For the longest time, the only care for the elderly was their younger family members. If the aged person was entirely lucky, they might be able to rely on the kindness of a temple or, if the realm was particularly good, the kindness of strangers.
Didra did not have any of those. He had a hovel in the Tumbledowns, where everyone was out for their own selves. The instant he died, there would be at least three people trying to pry the teeth from his mouth or saw the hair off his head. They'd steal the pitiful belongings from his hut, and throw his body into the midden so they could steal his deathbed.
That was why Didra sewed himself into his own shroud when he bedded down for the night. If he should die before he woke, he would at least have some fragment of dignity in his disposal. If the gods would answer him, they would gift him a safe and comfortable place to live out his last days. All he wanted was the intangible things out of his reach. Little things. Mercy. Dignity. And the aforementioned comfort and safety. Just one would do. Please.
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