“Raine. A pleasure.” Randall said with a smile before returning to observe the exchange between the boy and his rescuer, curious as to what had been the cause of such a fuss. Raine produced the pouch, and handed it to the boy, who revealed it to be medicine for his sister. Randall looked away, frowning. It seemed to be a never-ending cycle for the poor, having to steal such necessary and basic things so they and their loved ones could survive. There simply wasn’t enough to go around for anyone else, and like the laws of physics, it was a constant that could never change.
He espied the well-shingled and polished glass façade of a mansion towering over the houses the next street over, regarding it as a blight. The masters of that domain probably had enough to go around to house and feed twenty families while children, sometimes literally meters from their doorstep, starved. It was a world Randall wanted to change, but no matter how many nobles he robbed how much food he shared, it amounted to throwing a stone in the water and hoping the ripples never faded.
Turning back to the boy and Raine, who were concluding their agreement. “Ah, the Caribou. Not a bad place to grab something to eat. Tell you two what, go help his sister out and I’ll keep an eye open for guards while seeing if Rosie still knows how to make a good mutton. After that, you’re on your own, I have some business to attend to.” Randall said, gesturing to the inn. “After you, little man.”
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