A Humble Servent

"I would...stop Conner. And I imagine the reasons are obvious. There's so much that came from his decisions, none of it was what I signed up for."

"I'm fine. But if I had any hair, left at the start of it all, it'd be gone by now."

"Oh, I enjoy the beach. Trea and I explored the one in Belland, I wouldn't mind going there, with her away from anyone else. And...unfortunately I don't know when a vacation would work. With how the kids are."

“I had no strong emotions on any of them. But I suppose Jaron. I could recognize he was a trouble maker.” 

“I thought they would ruin my life. And, alas, I was right. In the best way, though.”

“I am rather fond of the taste of peaches.”

"His resourcefulness. I believe it’s the only reason he is still alive.”

Mott frowned and looked down. “Alright,” he said. “That’s a very smart idea, sir.” He held out the lantern so they could see and didn’t say anything else. He didn’t want to upset Bevin any further.

Mott lit the lantern and held it up. He looked up at Bevin and frowned. “I’ll be quiet," he promised. “Don’t worry about me.” He looked at the lantern and moved it to gesture with it. “Won’t this scare away what we’re lookin’ for too?”

Mott just nodded in understanding. He followed Bevin closely through the halls, glancing around and keeping his steps light. He didn’t want to disappoint him or get him into trouble. He looked around once they stepped outside before looking at Bevin. He nodded. “Okay,” he said softly and stuck close, watching him.

Mott was quiet for a long moment. “I would decide to study sword fighting earlier and take it more seriously. Perhaps with that I could have saved someone.”