Chapter 53

[Thronovaldera]

“Good morning, sir. How can I help you?” Epseba said, standing on one side of the counter in Mr. Tornwell’s store.

After breakfast, Epseba had bothered and insisted all so he could help the man with the store; that’s the least he could do for the man.

He might not have money to pay rent for the place he was living in, but he could at least offer his services.

“There’s a holdup at my table, and I’m pretty hungry,” the man in front of Epseba said, simultaneously pointing at his table.

“Alright, sir, we will be right with you.” Epseba returned to the man with a smile, but before Epseba could answer the man, Mr. Tornwell came from behind him.

“You have good customer service, though; where did you learn that?” Tornwell asked, patting his shoulder.

Epseba would tool in a breath to speak but stopped with an exhale and a sad smile.

Tornwell smiled at him. “It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about things, but I need you to unde