Fortunately, Nora remembered something Mason said when he pleaded for permission to work as a porter with the Adventurer group. Why couldn’t they have a better life? Hadn’t they work for it? When did they ever hide from work? Had they committed a crime that condemned them to a life of suffering? No, they didn’t. Her family and herself deserved better, and her son had finally found a way to get it. She looked at her husband’s complicated expression and put on a brave front.
“What’re them for if not for us to use? Did you expect Mason to find such a nice home and clean it so thoroughly, just for our dirty rags to mess it? Otto, I know we haven’t care about our appearance lately, but we can’t lose face for our son! Let’s clean ourselves and put on those nice garments before he’s back.”
The man forced a smile and didn’t dwell on it anymore. She was right, their son had done enough already. Now they have to do their best to help him.