“I kidnapped a hobo once,” he mused. “Terrible idea. No one realised he was missing. Eventually, I gave him a pair of my shoes and put him back where I found him.” “By the stars,” I muttered. “Why the fuck would you do that?” “He didn’t have any shoes.” “I mean why would you kidnap him in the first place?” I growled, shaking my head at him and he paused. “I was a dumb kid and only had three auras to last me a week for food,” he said thoughtfully. “And you thought kidnapping a hobo for ransom was the answer?” I said irritably.
