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Zhyle looked over at the girl riding next to him. "Why I got exiled? Eh. It's a long story. But I guess we have time. A long time ago, my mother died. I was still young at the time, but, at that point in my life, my father broke down. He went into grieving over her and neglected the farm that the two of them had built. And so, I was left to run it. And I did out of necessity. Eventually, my father came out of his grieving, but found me taking care of everyithing on the farm. There was nothing for him to do. So he sat around all day. Then he committed the ultimate sin. He got bored. He began smuggling for anyone who would pay behind my back. I guess he was just trying to help, but... Then again, maybe not. He was caught and here I am. That's all there is to it."

Zhyle smiled at the other two adding, "But, rebellion seems to run strong through the blood of young men anyway. I'm more curious about how an old man and a pretty young girl became trators than the story of a young man such as myself."