Desperate Times Call for Desperate Measures
I sighed and lifted the brass knocker on the door. Knocking twice, I step back from the door. I couldn't believe I had really gotten to this point. Usually, I can figure out food enough, but given today's news, I don't know if I will be able to handle it. My kids are hungry and the landlord is threatening to evict us. The door swings open and reveals a short man. His height is about up to my breast. His nose and ears are pointed more than average and the clothes that he wears look like those of a noble, yet his soot smeared face and lack of makeup argue this theory.