Chapter 116: Ken

"Why am I even here?" he thought. He twirled the bang of hair that hung over his eyes. Sweat and dirt mixed and came off as black glue over his fingers. "There is no point in me being here," Ken contemplated.

He hasn't had a bath since they crossed the border. He felt his groins and his armpits each and he felt his auburn hair be like a ball of dirt. "Why the heck am I even doing this job?" he thought about Doran.

It was nearly two years ago that Ken met with Doran. He was just a common thief, cutting off people's purses and when that didn't work, he scourged for food from dumpsters.

Ken remembered the day when he met with Doran. It was the first day of spring and the town was in a festive mood, for it was the day of the first seeding; the day of Ogma. Yet, it was just like any other day for Ken. He was hungry and dirty and he sat on the corner of the street.

A pair of shoes made of polished leather stopped in front of him. "Want to polish my shoes? I will buy you a nice meal."