Words I'll Never Say

Wow, really? Caeden scowled raising an eyebrow. You've never been to the south? Your belt get too tight hanging around all the Tribers and Sleepers? He made circles with his finger. Not like there's much about 'em in this. His finger came down on the diary.

Here, take it, and Caeden tossed it at the guy to catch. Now he thought this might be a regular old fellah, another of the low class folk who saw the world like he did, who travelled and knew that a word used by both sides was not a black word, but a gray word. Or did he not use it right...? He scowled inwardly, and shelved thinking about it later. I don't get you, but I don't mean no harm, brother. I'm just new to town. Anyhow, thanks for the gossip column.

Caeden got up, and began to walk away, to get back to his task. He had left off at the aisle of tombs, he had, before that juicy nip of a book.