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An old man with a head of white and a tan could be seen sitting. He was basking in the sun peacefully, his trusty cushion bringing comfort to his old bones. Welner truly appreciated his life at the moment!
Now retired, he barely needed anything to live. A few credits would be plenty for him, but the same couldn't be said for his grandson. He had been worried. In the future, perhaps Climbing would be required even for people that just wanted to live a simple life.
At least, the mysterious people that bought the farm had assured him that they'd give his grandson slight help when he'd be ready to start his Climber career. This didn't mean much to these bigshots, but it meant everything to him.
He had never told the kid about it because he didn't want to spoil him. That's why he always treated him like any usual worker. The different surnames helped keep it a secret too. Still, he wanted him to have all the tools for his success, whatever these were.
