Jan 27, 2014
RP: Children Won't Listen
It felt strange to Gautier to hear the jingle of caps in his bag and know that he had enough to buy a meal. He had rationed his money from the farm work that goofy girl had given him carefully, uncertain when he would have this much in his pocket again at one time.
But he had them, and two whole fresh potatoes in his bag that he had bought, with all the luxury of a decent dinner to come that would entail.
Gautier slipped his hands in his pockets as he walked, slouching along the streets of Freeside quietly. He peered out from under the brim of his hat, glancing from one side of the street to the other. Once he was certain the coast was clear, he darted back towards one of his buildings.
