<table width="100%"><tr><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-right:10px;"><span style="color: #E6E9FD"><span style="font-family: Nyala;"><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">Although Yeeru was upstairs in his room securing his homing pigeon so it wouldn't fly about, the young man couldn't help but hear the woman's voice. It was hard not too, especially with how quiet everything was now. Not even the pigeon stirred under it's small cover. The questions rolled in his head and his hands ran along the bed and sturdy furniture. Of course, Yeeru has been on  bed, though it isn't often, so it wasn't a surprise, but it still felt nice to know he'd be sleeping on it tonight. As awesome as his troupe was, they weren't very good pillows to say the least. <br/><br/>He wanted to laugh to himself several times as she rhetorically interrogated him. He knew he didn't have a great first impression, but it was a bias question. Could he stay in one place for very long? Of course he could. All gypsies could. It's the selfish bastards in each town that run them out. If they stayed too long, people would start harassing them and arrest them for crimes they did not commit. So they moved frequently. It wasn't their fault. It wasn't his fault. If they had a place where they were welcomed, then sure, they can stay in the same place. But time is a test for tolerance, and he wasn't sure if anyone would be accepting of a gypsy for such a period. <br/><br/>And don't get him started on chores. Being the youngest boy in the troupe so far, he's gotten stuck with all the chores. He had to clean Denis, the donkey, he had to repair the caravan, clean the dishes, cook the meals, all because everyone else was his superior, and if he didn't, then he'd be thrown out. And with no where else to go, he couldn't afford that. He may not have been to school before or have ever gotten an education, but he was a determined young man. He wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty and he knew his priorities. Some school work wasn't going to break him. <br/><br/></span></span></span></td><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-left:10px;"><span style="color: #E6E9FD"><span style="font-family: Nyala;"><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">Yeeru smiled and went to head back downstairs. It was almost lunchtime after all, he could feel it in his stomach. It wasn't as good as Algernon's, but it was close enough. Skipping a few steps along the stairway down, Yeeru practically bounded into the main room, halting next to the Lore Master. He looked at her with a smile,"Try me." <br/><br/>The boy then went and took a seat at a table. He noticed the woman from before had returned from her room and was also sitting at a table a few seats away. She was reading a paper so it would seem, though he couldn't tell what since the back was blank and the light wasn't strong enough to see through it. He decided to leave the red head alone, seeing as nobody probably wanted to see him anyway, and especially not her. She was busy anyway. He looked about the room while he waited.</span></span></span></td></tr></table>