Home! Stevie hasn’t felt this way since a long time. Finally he managed to find a place to hide from the guards. It’s small and a little bit off from the streets, in an old disconnected air vent, right above a crummy old pub called “The Locker”. All his belongings he nicked from guests of the pub. Small things, nothing anyone would miss. A few coins here and there and sometimes even... a book.
Books are a real treasure to Stevie. They are his key to the world. He reads whatever he can get hold of, but what he really loves, are books about travelers and far off worlds. All his life he felt the wanderlust, itching in his feet. In his armchair he can travel without even moving.