"I've got a little experience, um -- with fixing stuff, and there's the..." Wolfgang does the vaguest gesture in the world, ultimately ending up in what looks suspiciously like jazz hands. "Mystical woo-woo crap." Yes... that thing.

"Mm-hm. There's still the kitchen to do, but um..." He shrugs. He's got a hot plate and a mini fridge, it's not super vital. "And furniture." It's frustrating -- people tend to be accommodating of newcomers here, and even if they're not, it shouldn't be hard to buy things on credit and make payments. But he's branded; many stores won't even let him through the door, let alone sell to him on credit. It's cash up front or nothing.

He has options, though. He can create gold -- which is a grey area, legally -- or there are any number of wealthy people whom he knows would be glad to financially assist him. There are ethical concerns either way.

"I'm thinking sometime next week -- if you want to come by sometime."