The Scribe

I found him at the arena, bottle in hand and bleary eyed. I’m not sure if he was trying to wash his sins away or simply drown in them.

It has been two years since he had asked me to come and work for him, a job that never happened due to unforeseen events. Now that was something I could relate to.

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me down next to him, where cards were dealt between us. Small talk eventually gave way to my situation with Charm, but only after he had asked where my daughter was, for such is not usually readily available for discussion. He has given me the name of a man who he is sure can help me. But more than that, he has given me something I have not had in a very long time.

Hope.

And a job. I’ve promised him I can cook. I need to buy books.