He went on to explain his circumstances—why he couldn't go himself right now, and his concerns about putting the children on a public carriage.
"I see. Well then, how about I take them for you?" Wilde offered. "I'm heading to Gustglen Town anyway. I'll be taking a slightly longer route, but my wagon's probably a safer and more comfortable way to travel than a shared coach."
"Oh, that would be a huge help. I'd feel much better about that." Boris took a folded sheet of paper from his satchel and handed it over. "Here's the address and a map to the house they're supposed to go to. Sorry to trouble you. I'll make sure to thank you properly later."
It felt like a lifeline, and Boris handed over the map with genuine relief.
"Don't worry about it," Wilde replied with a shrug. "Helping each other out is just part of being a merchant. No one should push themselves too hard. Those who can help should help—that's how our kind survives."
