Ech, snot on the sleeve. Gross, thought the man as he rubbed his own sensitive nose with a finger. He took the girl's hand (if she allowed) and began to walk with her towards the crowd.
Half brother married to her mother? So he's a father-brother? How does that work? Brus may not be from Northaven and now he wasn't too sure he'd ever want to be.
"Brus," he replied gruffly when Bea gave her name. By now they were entering into the crowd, and, making sure the girl didn't run off and get lost again, he belted loud enough for all to hear,
"Oi! Is someone here missing a little girl? Goes by the name of Bea?"
Half brother married to her mother? So he's a father-brother? How does that work? Brus may not be from Northaven and now he wasn't too sure he'd ever want to be.
"Brus," he replied gruffly when Bea gave her name. By now they were entering into the crowd, and, making sure the girl didn't run off and get lost again, he belted loud enough for all to hear,
"Oi! Is someone here missing a little girl? Goes by the name of Bea?"
