"What ya looking at boy?", yelled a man in so much armor you would not have even known there was a man in it if not for the movement of his arms. A boy of four and ten, dressed in gilded mail and sitting upon an armored destrier, lifted up a lobstered hand and pointed at a scrawny, filthy boy wearing naught but dirty, brown rags standing next to ( Read more... )

"Get a move on boy", yelled a short, stout man dressed in drab brown overalls and a wide-brimmed straw hat. The man was covered with mud and dust, leaving the original color of his overalls a mystery. His face was filled with craters of dust and dirt, and when he spoke his teeth were as brown as his clothes.

A similarly mud covered boy, who wasn't ( Read more... )