"I'm too Fat" You're healthy. "I'm too old." You're mature. "I'm ugly" You're beautiful. "Why are you being like this?" Being like what? "So nice to me." Because you are the kindest, most wonderful person I have ever met. -- BKF
No matter what kind of Unwelcome People there may be, there's always somewhere where they may be welcome. The trick is finding where that is. There's the city ghettos, of course, where the Unwelcome are at least permitted. Sometimes, they're even tolerated there.
Some Unwelcome become heroes. They and their ilk are allowed more than a ghetto. And there's whispers of entire towns full of nothing but Unwelcome People.
None of those were anywhere close to where Aptitude was wandering. They had given up in trying to make themself useful. They'd been run out of too many hamlets, villages, and towns. If it weren't for their terrible skill at cooking, they'd have given up on civilisation years ago. Aptitude had drawn too close to another settlement again. Solely because of the smell.
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