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The lad could be no more than four. Harreld allowed a half smile. The child needed a playmate. An overlarge smith would not be the best choice of one, especially as he was still half covered in soot and black and other smudges of unnamed origin.
"Do your mom and pop know where you are?"
The boy just eyed him, waiting for him to give chase.
"Oh, that's right, you don't talk."
Harreld debated whether to bring the food to Garreth or to give chase. Then another thought struck him. He took the wrapping off a little bit of bread and revealed it to the child.
"Mmmmmmmm! Tasty! Do you want some?"
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