A large part of Kolar's population consisted of veterans who bore various levels of injury. It was not uncommon to find people with a prosthetic limb, though encountering someone who had lost both his legs was rare. After all, danger would not suddenly disappear after one retired from the army. Any situation at any time could suddenly turn dangerous, despite the army's best efforts to keep ordinary citizens safe.
As if survival as an amputee was not hard enough, surviving the loss of limbs while having to deal with the dangers of this cursed world made them much less likely to survive any dangers they faced - especially if the lack of legs made it even harder to run. It was a tragic reality of their world.
"A newly created card, eh?" the old man said with a soft yet energetic voice. Though his body was growing weak, it had not dampened the old man's zeal for crafting at all. "That's quite the rarity at this age. Did anyone help you in making this card, boy?"
