Tavon ate in silence with his father, too tired to say
anything. The images from the marketplace yesterday were not as vivid as they
had been in the night, but he was still very afraid. Not so much for himself,
but Jayson. What would happen to him? And who was going to teach him how to
pick up money from strangers? Running errands at the inns was about the only
thing a boy his age and education could do. His father took care of him and their
small house but mostly sat inside during the day, working on his weaving or
other crafts that he could do while ill. No, the money came from what Tavon
could make, and he made the most when Jayson helped him. What would he and his
father do now?
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