In Eravel, news of the fall of the Saba family caused a mere ripple in the grapevine. No-one suspected that might be the name Brice had lost his claim to.
He made pennies reading or writing letters for illiterate sailors, though it put him on a level with a thief - he tried to join the scribes’ guild, but they required recommendation by a member.
Without any connections, he did not seem to have options leading anywhere.
An old one-eyed sailor took pity on him. “If you can do sums, too, I might know work for you.”
“...Thank you.”