Randy was up before dawn, had wood stacked and ready for the day by the kitchen doors, and was walking down the street towards one of the larger inns. Errand boy. Not a bad job. Inns liked to have little boys sitting outside to run messages for their clients. It was a shame you grew up because it did sound like the life. At least unlike other boys his age, the healer had plans for him to move on once he was too big.
Reaching the inn, he settled down on a bench and looked curiously at the couple of other boys there as early as him. They were playing marbles in the dirt beside the street. As the sun rose, more boys came along. As the patrons woke up, they started asking errands and messages delivered. Every one Randy got, he raced to be the quickest. Right away he might not be fast as he wasn't used to the routes. But in time he would learn short cuts.
On one particular route, he noticed another boy clamor to the roof tops and sprint ahead. Tucking in that for later, he kept going. It must take certain skills to clamor up like that, using arms likes legs. He would have to see if there was a way to incorporate it himself.
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