Nicholas was walking down the street, a bag of groceries in hand. His mother was unwell, so he needed to take care of her. His famliy was poor, so he couldn't pay for hospital bills. He was an elf, and elves were lower class. So natually, he didn't get any good jobs or good money. But, he liked his life none the less. He didn't want anything to change, other than his mothers health. He was only six, and yet he had to do everything for his mother. Every marketplace seller knew Nicholas.