Time passed.
Children were born who never knew Midgard Prime.
To them, Aurelthrym was not strange or cold—it was simply home.
Many second-generation families pushed for legitimacy:
trade houses
shipping firms
entertainment venues
banking and exchange work
Parents who once worked at speakeasies now ran cafés.
Former fixers became “logistics consultants.”
(Some of these names fool no one.)
They wanted safety.
They wanted warmth.
They wanted their children far away from the shadows they once relied on.
"we Kender got lots more people to play with, some called us easy marks... whatever that means"