He sat there eating for well over an hour while the boy rambled on about the tournament and what his father said, peppering the chatter with questions he usually didn't give Rath time to answer. Rath had never been so easy as a child; he'd been too busy working, helping his mother at home, or keeping out of his father's sight. If he'd dared to sit and talk endlessly at someone, he'd have gotten his ears clapped and a list of chores.
How to chat and keep conversation going was one of the hardest skills he'd been forced to learn when he'd joined Trin's brothel. Back then, he'd have been happy to avoid the lessons, but a whore who couldn't talk was pretty much useless.