Novel
It will be in his last days that he truly learns to live...
Ramuel stared past the glowing red tip into the shadow beyond. “Only jobs like that for a man like me usually involve thievery and I’m no thief.” The reed flared once more.
“Is that so?” Smoke billowed from beneath the hood as the stranger spoke.
In truth, that was a lie. Having left home with little more than a rucksack of clothes, Ramuel lived momentarily wherever his feet took him. Usually finding intolerance far more often than coin and he resorted to stealing far more frequently than he liked. Certainly more than his mother would have.