Thayva shook her head at Serapis’ last comment. “We have a while yet before the children should be in bed. It’d be wiser to wait. Less of a chance a pair of stray ears will overhear. We need not worry the children. They have enough of those as it is.”
	She glanced to the nearest window as a loud peal of thunder shook the orphanage. The flames of the lanterns hung about the room flickered as if they, too, felt the raging storm outside as a harsh flash of lightning fought against the soft orange glow of the flames.
	A frown pulled at Thayva’s lips as she hoped they would suffer no external damages from the storm.

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	Nick shrugged, offering no other insight into the non-relationship. He leaned around Jorn, watching as the few boys in front of them went to take their turn, making the three friends next.
	He looked to Jorn when he heard his name, his mind taking a short moment to fully register the conversation.
	“It’s better than begging on the streets,” he muttered. “We get an education, learn how to handle ourselves in a fight… There’re a couple free spaces,” he pointed to where four tables had freed up.