Aulus listens while he hefts the axe onto his shoulder, finds the logpile sidled up to the back of the establishments, and starts lining up fat cyclinders to chop small. He's listening to Jareth while he does this. He senses a timidity towards manual labor and a crackling light in his eye for stories, but he doesn't reveal these thoughts - just accepts them. He makes two chops before he hesitates, amd lowers the axe.
Where I'm from, books hardly ever tell stories,he confides, glancing curiously at Jareth.
I can listen.he addes resolutely and returns to his task.
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