"Well, we come from the north. There was a disaster at home, so we couldn't pay the taxes and had to run away. We heard things are better down south, so we came to find some work." Remon squeezed out a smile, keeping some things to himself.
"Oh, really? Welcome to Red Fish Village. Is there a disaster in the north lately? Why are all the newcomers from that direction?" This peasant didn't think much of it at first, looking at Thomas hiding behind Remon and tugging at his clothes, and then at his mother, who was too exhausted to stand. "My name's Bono. What a pity, it's getting dark already. If you hurry to Gene Town now, the gates will be closed, and you won't make it in time. If you don't mind, you can rest in my woodshed for the night. Tomorrow morning, you can head to the town office; there are signs along the way."
"That would be much appreciated!" Remon quickly expressed his gratitude.
