Life was far from simple or easy, but Tovuo's life was seemingly quite ordinary. At roughly 10 years old he was as tall as most grown men, only lacking in a bit of facial hair. Coming to the town and finding work drew no attention.
First he found lodging, that single gold coin did well to establish not only his rental but buy enough food for a short while.
"I'm looking for work" Tovuo said standing outside a small smith shop. Few peasants wandered the dirt filled streets.
"do you have any experience?" the old man said laying down his tools and walking out from the shade of the shop.
"I have only worked on boats but I'm strong"
"Why is a young man like you not off fighting?" the old man said looking Tovuo up and down.
"I am a traveler I have no interest in fighting for land." He replied quickly.
"I could use the work and men are rare at your age but I would be foolish to pay a foreigner during war." The old man turned his back and walked away.
"All I require is one portion of food each day I work and one of each type of item I produce."
"the thought that you might be a spy is enough to drive away business."