Mollymauk Tealeaf

Things were finally going well at the circus and there was no need to worry about money.

Molly sat on his bed, sorting through his things. Living at his job and constantly moving between cities, being a hoarder wasn't an option, and what was no longer needed should be thrown out. He could, of course, keep a few trinkets with some mental value, but that's usually how it all starts, in a pile of junk at home, and he prefers not to dwell on the past, at least because he doesn't remember it and therefore pretends to be a creature of lesser value.