Tanners and the Banker’s Boy
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Gay Male
25.03.2021
"Wash up, lazybones, and take those furs to Sir Charles," the tanner ordered. The day's chill turned his breath to a liquor-laden mist.
"Sir Charles, Father?" Tanners asked, confused.
The tanner rolled his eyes to the heavens. "Oh ye gods, why curse me with such a stupid boy?" He turned to the young man. "The banker, the one whose son you don't like. He's offered three gold for the lot."
