Small crowds of peasants line the road each time you pass by one of the myriad hamlets betwixt Port Covens and Hondelet, Brenton's capital. The children often linger over your cart when they catch sight of Brute and then train their eyes on you with naked curiosity.
You were such a child, many times over…watching travelers and their caravans trundle along the roads and marveling at what their lives must be like. From this side of the cart, you would hardly know how to explain your life to them—you scarcely know yourself what is in store in His Majesty's employ.
Onward