*Belasarius*

Another week passed as we made our way across Wat. Having more people meant having more mouths to feed, and so half of those nights, I spent sleeping alone, as Gravestone and Theodore would shift and run off to find us more food. Sometimes they returned with game, other times with stolen satchels of food they got from soldiers or from people who didn’t keep a closer eye on their belongings. It hurt knowing that an innocent was potentially starving just so I could eat, ...