You're glad you gave Salar a chance. He's useful to the company, and it certainly doesn't hurt that he's good at driving the creaky old wagon.
One beautiful sunny day you're riding beside him on the box as the donkey meanders down a looping mountain road. The sky is just a shade darker, tending toward clear autumn azure. The fields on the slopes below are touched with gold. The grain is ripening. A raptor circles high above, watching for small animals rustling in the grain.
"There's something I want to ask you," Salar says, not taking his eyes off the road ahead.
"What's that?"
"I want to come to Medaris at the end of the tour. Would you let me stay with the company?"
Salar has done all right on the road, but if you're perfectly honest, you don't think his acting is up to the usual standards of Matty's company. Maybe your word would be enough to get him onto the stage. Or maybe it wouldn't.