Chapter Three: Extra Hands
The Messenger Chapter Three: Extra Hands In this world I had very little left to smile about. With the war ongoing and my busy schedule delivering what messages I could, chances to actually sit down and enjoy the company of others was a luxury. Dinner at the Dunahan household was one of the few enjoyable things left for myself. With it brought forth a sense of comfort to a situation where neither I nor my hosts, both big and small, had but little. After a quick prayer of thanks, we ate our fill, though most of the meal was spent answering the children’s questions about my recent travels. Not that I minded, I was more than happy to stoke their imaginations with the wonders of the world. They listened admirably, the places I told of sparking smiles of wonder amidst even Marian’s usually solemn face. But, it was at the suggestion of Montre that I relay a particular story that evening, one that I had heard many times in my travels. This particular story was oddly rel...