"Young man, don't be nervous," said Nicholas. "Since the boss asked Number Six to bring you here, it means she trusts you."
"And of course, it means she trusts us too," Nicholas added.
Wanderers were no longer the rats that used to be chased and butchered through the streets.
"Take a seat and let's talk, shall we?" Nicholas gestured to a small stool in front of him.
Hesitantly, Cloudreach moved forward and sat down.
As soon as he sat down, Nicholas straightened up a bit and said, "Having wandered around our camp for so many years, haven't you discovered anything?"
Cloudreach remained silent.
"Looking for someone or something?" Nicholas continued. "Name them, and I'll help jog your memory."
Nicholas moved his pipe aside, looked up, and exhaled as if blowing smoke rings.
But there was nothing.
His treasured tobacco had long been hidden away by Hannah.
She claimed it was because the smoke smelled bad, but in reality, she was worried about his health.
