“What do you say, boy? Are you ensnared?”

“I am not.”

A family without progeny is a fruit without seeds - it can nourish but once.

A man of a frustratingly sober demeanor appeared in the seat next to Callum. His common clothes and dirty hands betrayed him to be of the laboring ilk. Like Callum. Though something in how he carried himself separated him from the blur of bodies at the Drinking House.

Don’t overthink it.