Brother,

Don’t become a dungeon fairy. It’s the biggest mistake I could imagine. I only did it because mom wanted it. I would have kept playing small gigs forever if mom hadn’t threatened to throw me out of the house.

Fairy school was such a waste of time. My grades were terrible, but they still graduated me. Everyone there was either a rich snob or desperately poor and constantly sucking up to the professors. The loans are a damn joke—there is no way to pay them off unless your family is rich and then you wouldn’t need the loans anyway. It’s a scam through and through.

Because of my bad grades and no connections, I couldn’t find any work after graduation. I had to sleep in the sewer and try and sell scrap I dug out of a landfill. It was terrible. It was so, so terrible. I managed to make it worse by making a deal with a loan shark just to buy food and medicine. I gave them a fake name, but if anyone comes to the house asking for “Silver Pansyrose”, just let mom deal with it. She’s strong enough that they shouldn’t bother you.

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I got so depressed and drunk because I couldn’t get work that when I finally got summoned as an assigned dungeon fairy, I accidentally took a hibernation heal potion and slept for two months. Fortunately this dungeon isn’t much for talking, and it probably didn’t know how to file a complaint anyway, so I was still here when I woke up. Easiest two months’ pay I can imagine, but it could have gone very wrong.

Living in a dungeon is dangerous. I’ve probably almost died three of four times so far. The dungeon does everything, and I don’t even make any decisions about intruders or dungeon creatures. The only nice thing that has happened to me is that this dungeon lets me play my music as much as I want. My listeners are mostly snakes, but it’s better than nothing.

Don’t become a dungeon fairy. Don’t go to dungeon school. Find something else and don’t let mom force you.

-Vi