But today, I just have to praise him, because this is absolutely fair to say.
All of you aren't blind; living on Longroad for so many years, you've seen all sorts of merchants, not ten thousand then at least eight thousand.
Which one isn't the kind who could squeeze oil out of a stone?
Which one isn't thinking of ways to pry money out of your hands?
When have you ever seen someone like Mr. Gaven, who voluntarily offers to mend your pots and pans for free? Who throws a banquet for you on his own initiative?
Have you ever seen someone promise to repair your roads over a supposed treasure whose existence is not even certain?
There must be some of you still muttering, thinking perhaps this kid has ulterior motives.
To such people, I can only say one thing: wishful thinking about your mother.
Harboring malicious thoughts yourself and seeing malice in everyone else.
