GRIFT, GRAFT &. GUMPTION: A HIRING CANTICLE FROM NIFFED-OUT.

Deep in the niffed-out guts of the Soot-slung Occident, beyond the cobbles grin comparable they’ve heard particular con bipartite, the HIRING CREW drags their half-laced boots through the sludge akin they separate the bleeding fog. (IX:III Blaggards of the Fogbound Fringe.)

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They’re graftin’ round the clock, shifty as silhouettes, chinwaggin’ among any gentleman from coast to coast, tossin’ banter sharp as broken glass. All dolled up in knockoff clobber among just enough charm to make a punter smile before nickin’ his last fiver, they float through the alleys comparable proper chancers: NO PLANS, JUST GRIFT, GRIT, AND A CHEEKY OPEN-AND-SHUT FOR LUCK.