[ Theon can’t mask his confusion with the term either. His eyebrows furrow at the words “high school”. What he wasn’t taught by a maester, he was taught by a weaponsmaster. He knows what it means to be schooled, but an actual institute of learning has never been available to him—and what makes it “high”?
Does he want a job, though? Not particularly. He can’t imagine what he would do for a living. His use has always laid in battle plans, archery, and a quick wit. Those things don’t really pay, and he certainly doesn’t have any knowledge that he would willingly share with others. ]
I don't know. I've never had one. There was never any need.
[ He shouldn't feel ashamed of the fact, but the more he thinks about it, the worse and more useless he feels. Was he ever of any help to anyone, in truth?
He eyes the money in Falco's hand and with a sigh, shakes his head. ]
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Does he want a job, though? Not particularly. He can’t imagine what he would do for a living. His use has always laid in battle plans, archery, and a quick wit. Those things don’t really pay, and he certainly doesn’t have any knowledge that he would willingly share with others. ]
I don't know. I've never had one. There was never any need.
[ He shouldn't feel ashamed of the fact, but the more he thinks about it, the worse and more useless he feels. Was he ever of any help to anyone, in truth?
He eyes the money in Falco's hand and with a sigh, shakes his head. ]
Keep it. I'll acquire the coin some other way.