FortuneCraft in Apocalypse

Odd Name

Draven woke up slowly, glancing briefly at the clock in his bedroom. His room had gotten warmer over the next few days that followed. It all started with another neighbor knocking on his door, asking him if he needed anything. Draven was freezing. His teeth chattered against each other as he murmured the word:

“Curtains.”

“Oh dear,” the older woman said. “I think I have a few spares in me. It is horrendously hard to find good quality on the market nowadays, isn’t it?”

Draven had no answer to that. He didn’t expect her to take him seriously, and if she did, he expected that she would bring her worn out, old curtains. That was not the case. She brought him a brand new set of curtains the next hour, complaining about how old she had gotten and how she couldn’t locate them fast enough.

When he took it from her hand, he stared at it for long, long moments. Drave never expected in his wildest dreams that he would be in a neighborhood where everyone was trying to impress one another.

“I can’