"Of course, it's a joke," Bede said with a chuckle. "Alright, I'll keep this in mind, but don't get your hopes up too much. There aren't that many Gnoll slaves out there, at least I've never seen them in large numbers. On the other hand, there are quite a few Goblin slaves."
From start to finish, Hanson sat by with a smile, not saying much, perhaps having learned a thing or two from the last lesson, realizing the virtue of silence.
Regardless, as long as he was here, no matter what deal Bede struck with Gaven, he'd have a part in it—that was the rule of the caravan.
"Mr. Hanson, if you don't mind, I'd like to talk to Uncle Bede alone for a moment," said Gaven. There were some things he preferred not to involve Hanson in.
"Sure." Now Hanson truly seemed more perceptive, nodding without hesitation and getting up to leave.
