Summary: Fabian is bored and wants in on the action.
Such tedium this is, waiting until the master is asleep before I can do something useful with my time. Whatever possessed me to choose such a pastoral refuge?... Ah, yes. The fact that few would ever come here voluntarily.
Yet my sentence here has been well spent. Six months hence, should I regain the Maker's favor, I may depart with references, and the skill to maintain the facade necessary for my survival, if that is indeed possible. If not, I shall have earned enough coin to go somewhere more interesting and make the most of my remaining days.
For now, I will continue to beat plough-shares for this oaf and hone more useful talents while he slumbers.
If anyone is slumbering in this place! What is that sound? Someone running, under the very eaves of the smithy? Many someones, by the sound of it! Can all of Vintiver be that large?
I shall investigate. No one ever runs from the safety of the village after dark without need, and as luck would have it, I am already armored. The leather I wear is commissioned for another, but perhaps he will not mind if I test its worth in battle. And he may not! The warden is most generous with his custom.
Bow or daggers, the eternal conundrum. I will choose expedience over modesty and take both. Why should I not show these rustics of my skill!
--J




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