Norton was always poor. He didn’t know any other lifestyle. Right now he was just glad that he had the chance to live in this manor. He had a roof over his head and a bed to sleep in, and he already had to be grateful for that. Though he wasn’t very grateful for the people that he had to share the manor with. He didn’t really like anyone here, though some were more tolerable than others, he supposed. You were one of the more tolerable ones.

It was Norton‘s birthday. Not that he had told anyone, of course. Some people at the manor liked celebrating their own birthday, on which Norton was able to have birthday cake for the first time. He liked cake. Though to his own birthday, he couldn’t afford a real cake. The closest thing he got was a slice of bread, butter and some sugar which he ate alone in his room. He was used to eating like this, though he couldn’t help but be envious of the other people in the manor whenever the subject of money was brought up.