Gunk, Grime, and Slime - By Kibbolt

Daily Poetry – A Mage Hunter Poem

I certainly was made a fool.
“Adventure! Luxury! Glory!” Dubious marketing to capture the minds of the aspired.
I’ve dreamed of dragons – ferocious winged beasts, mighty and ancient foes of legend.
A challenge that would truly bring forth what the guilds promised.

Nay.
Stuck in this god-forsaken tunnels of vile odors and muck. Cleansing the excrement and the low-tiered beasts from this putrid labyrinth – no dragons here!
Nobody wants to be the rat smashers, the slime squashers, or the cleaners. A vital job that has to be assigned to someone though.
No glory in this D-Ranked job. Even an ounce of respect is a hard bargain for the ungrateful citizens.
At least the gold is (albeit barely) worth the task.

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