‘But as I recall, the name you went by wasn’t Brashen Trell of Bingtown.’ He rubbed his reddened nose, considering. ‘I bin trine to member,’ he slurred. He leaned heavily on the table, then set his head down on one of his arms. ‘Can’t remember what you say’d it was. But I recall what we called you.’ Again the thick finger lifted, just from the table top, to wag at Brashen. ‘Weasel. Cuz you was so skinny and so fast.’
