Aiden Flynn (the_tinsmith) wrote in oregonal_sin, @ 2009-11-14 01:36:00 |
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The town was quiet, too quiet, and business was slow. Aiden had been reduced to selling some items door to door. It was far from ideal, but it was proving a useful additional source of income. Laid up with influenza, many homemakers found themselves needing errands run, and essentials collected from town. Aiden didn't mind it, he was getting to meet more townsfolk, drumming up more trade for when things improved. So far his luck had held out for not catching anything, hopefully it was going to miss him out this time around.
A long day behind him, he headed towards the Saloon. He waved as he saw a familiar face approaching.