Role

Chapter 3

The captor's grasp lightened on Zakuun and the bonds untied as quickly as
they had been applied. Still unable to turn and look because his mind was
swarming with thought, Zakuun heard a familiar voice. "Yah lucky I herd
da noise, boy." Slightly stunned from his dazed state, Zakuun answered
the old familiar beggar that Arkham knew as Snaggs. "If you heard the
noise, you could have saved her!" Dusting himself off as he rose, the
almost decrepit looking man stood to the chorus of crackling bones and
grunted with relief. "I'm too olds ta fight the likes of him and I saved
yer ungrateful ass, didna I? Hmmm?" Blushing from the thought of how rude
he sounded to the man that saved his life, Zakuun was about to apologize
when Snaggs shushed him. "We aien't got time to be stayin' here, and iz
gonna take some time to try and get ya in - they hatin' kids usually.
Assumin' ya aien't got no grub or family to take ya?" Utterly confused at
this point with everything, Zakuun just responded with a flat "Huh?" With
a half toothless smile, Snaggs helped the boy up and with an overly
strong slap to the back he blurted out what would be the next step in
Zakuun's life.

"I'm gettin' ya into the Guild. It's a funny kinda family but a boy
needs'm - Big Momma'll feed ya and well, just avoid makin' fun of his
beard. You'll scrap a livin'... and jus mebbe you'll survive. Say ya
blessin' and goodbye quick and ya betta hurry, or we'll be late!"

Zakuun almost said "Yes, mother" as he followed Snaggs and headed out the
door.