He left Yveni with food, water, reading material and tasks that didn’t require him to go into the wagon or use tools like the axe. He trusted Yveni with a knife, probably because he could damage Yveni far worse with his big fists before Yveni came close to seriously injuring him, and so the cooking and food preparation fell to Yveni entirely. He didn’t mind being left in the camp—it meant not having to avoid the authorities in town or maintaining a Karvin accent he was by no means sure would pass close inspection. The less curiosity concerning him, the better. He had plenty to do once the man decided to trust him with chores. Yveni quickly realised the man had little skill at living off the land and spent money on food from the towns they passed through rather than catching or collecting it. He didn’t even make his own bread, apart from a tasteless flat kind that was more like punishment than food. A week after their ill-fated meeting, Yveni surprised him with a loaf cooked in a tin among the ashes.
