#38 Chips

March 17, 2017
These are chips, as enjoyed and handled by the habitants of the Slums.

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Gheralf says:

For something so worthless, the chips sure are big. Merchants who stop by the Slums enter the Outer City with huge bags, and trade those in for a few shiners.

How do they manage without getting themselves in trouble? I always assumed they have bodyguards, but I have seen a few enter through the gates without any. I guess the hobos only care about it when other hobos have too much money.


Vayandil says:

No one knows what the chips are made of. They are very light and cheap-feeling, yet they can survive through ages without suffering considerable damage. Unless you throw them in fire, where they first melt and then burn into a black smoke.