Peters chuckled a bit and raised a staying hand at the boy. "You're in the right not trust'in me boy, priest law is only an idear out here near the border."
Temmit didn't reply, but simply held his sword.
"Right," Peters said and reached his hand slowly into a pocket of his brown leather vest. He pulled out a piece of folded parchment and began to unfold it slowly. Temmit spied the POOSH stamp (Post Office Of Safe Haven) on one of the sides as it unfolded. Peters looked at whatever was written on it, then looked up at Temmit, then back at to the piece of paper. He had a curious look of awe on his face.
"Damn boy that's just nuts," he said to the parchment.
Without much ceremony, he flipped the parchment over and offered it to Temmit.
Temmit accepted the parchment cautiously, stepping forward only for a brief moment to take it. He didn't drop his weapon for a moment.
When Temmit looked down upon the paper he was looking at the backside, he noted that it was much worn, as if the folded paper had been in the man's pocket for a long time. It was also letter sized and the same type of paper his father had used for his drawings. The POOSH stamp was dated SummerFirst-Endday-2120 (07.20.2120), over twelve years ago.
He flipped it over to see what Peters had been looking at...and there, centered in the paper, sketched by his father's distinctive hand, was a drawing of Temmit's face...at age 15.
Temmit didn't reply, but simply held his sword.
"Right," Peters said and reached his hand slowly into a pocket of his brown leather vest. He pulled out a piece of folded parchment and began to unfold it slowly. Temmit spied the POOSH stamp (Post Office Of Safe Haven) on one of the sides as it unfolded. Peters looked at whatever was written on it, then looked up at Temmit, then back at to the piece of paper. He had a curious look of awe on his face.
"Damn boy that's just nuts," he said to the parchment.
Without much ceremony, he flipped the parchment over and offered it to Temmit.
Temmit accepted the parchment cautiously, stepping forward only for a brief moment to take it. He didn't drop his weapon for a moment.
When Temmit looked down upon the paper he was looking at the backside, he noted that it was much worn, as if the folded paper had been in the man's pocket for a long time. It was also letter sized and the same type of paper his father had used for his drawings. The POOSH stamp was dated SummerFirst-Endday-2120 (07.20.2120), over twelve years ago.
He flipped it over to see what Peters had been looking at...and there, centered in the paper, sketched by his father's distinctive hand, was a drawing of Temmit's face...at age 15.