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III
Three Months Gone

“Did you enjoy your stay?” The guard asked as he unlocked the gate to their cell.
Gillen glanced at him but said nothing. Jarvis didn’t look around at all, but followed on the heel of his leader. They were escorted right outside the stonewall that ensured no one escape if they were to somehow get out of their cell in the first place.
The road that led away from the prison ran parallel with the town, and so with a few short strides the two were right back into where they had started, three months earlier. The bank was thriving with people, and the streets carried on their usual cluster of bustling and impatient folk.
“Well Jarvis, lad,” Gillen said as he swung his arm around the man’s shoulder. “Where to?”
Jarvis frowned at the strange question that he soon realized must have been a joke. But the seriousness in Gillen’s eyes didn’t waver, and he stood looking Jarvis hard in the face.
“Well…we need some money. We need jobs.”
“Jobs! But of course!” Gillen cried with delight. “How is it I had not yet thought of such a brilliant solution?”
“Are you all right Gillen?” Jarvis asked, worry edging its way into his eyes.
Gillen laughed heartily.
“Of course I’m all right! I simply state that your idea is that of a fine one, and nothing more!”
Still that look of frowning curiosity remained evident in Jarvis’ eyes, but they continued onward anyway, with the hopes of finding a job. Not a penny in their pocket and not a morsel in their bellies, they began to wish they could have a bit of food. Of course this was far out of the question, and the statement of it would make a shopkeeper laugh.
“I have no idea where we should even start,” Jarvis said with his hands thrust into his faded brown greatcoat pockets.
“Well, there obviously has to be somewhere that one must begin his journey of success. All we have to do is find it!”
Jarvis was still bewildered at this sudden change in heart that Gillen had had, yet he found it all rather satisfying and most uplifting to his mood. Maybe they would actually find a job…maybe. As they walked along the cobble-stoned main street, Jarvis’ whole face seemed to light up with excitement.
“What is it?” Gillen asked.
“Well I was thinkin’, my uncle owns a small business, and we might be able to find some jobs there.”
Gillen removed his brimmed hat to scratch his stiff, matted black hair as he pondered the idea.
“Sounds alright to me. Let’s go have a look at your uncle’s business. What is it anyways?”
Jarvis frowned as he bit his lower lip.
“I don’t know actually.”
“Do you know where it is?”
“I know where it used to be, I don’t know if it is still there though.”
“Oh well. We’ll go look there for a start.”
The two continued on through the neighborhood of wooden and brick buildings that sat usually two stories tall. The people were of a more sublime stature than most towns, and had more money as well. Gillen and Jarvis stuck out like sore , with the tattered and faded jackets, and their unshaven faces, with patched and off-colored breeches to complete the dirty ensemble.
“This is it, or at least where it used to be,” Jarvis said as he thrust out his arms to show the building.
“Well then lets take a look inside,” Gillen said as rubbed his hands together vigorously. “Just keep your fingers crossed Jarvis. This could be the place!”
Jarvis sighed with the heave of his shoulders. He brushed the dust from his sleeves, licked his palm and slicked his hair back as best as he could. Gillen arched an eyebrow at the peculiar action, and then copied him and wet down his own hair.
The building was a harshly thrown up piece of brick and wood, that stood only one story high, with a wobbly brick chimney puffing smoke out from the top. The building had quite an exagerated roof that resembled something of that of a steeple. The paint had stripped and faded and gave the buildings ragged appearance a ghostly and deserted look.
“Well…let’s go,” Gillen said unsure as to what this place would bring them. “We have to start somewhere. Just remember that Jarvis. Just remember that.”
Jarvis nodded his head fervently.
“Of course.”
The two of them walked through the splintered wooden door that seemed to be hanging by one overly rusted hinge. With high hopes, the two of them walked inside the ly silent room. Deserted.



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