Not readily recognizing the individual outside of the circle of light shed by his candle he returned to work. The visitor would introduce himself if he had any business to conduct. Being a cobbler in Warton was not a profitable occupation but it kept one from starvation. Or two for that matter. His wife was in the back preparing supper even now. Their home was the back half of the store.
“My shoe broke a seam.” Tusul looked up to identify the speaker and mumbled something about coming back for it in a day or so. The bulk of his visitor hid the face from the light.
“I was hoping that you could repair it sooner” Tusul caught his breath as the man sat down opposite him. Brounn hadn’t been near Tusul’s shop in the last eight years.
“What brings you here?” Tusul knew that the shoe he was being asked to repair hadn’t been purchased at his establishment so why it was here to be repaired was the question that nagged him.
