Soon enough, the boys returned home, where they found their father waiting for him.
"Jeffrey, we need to talk," said Harold.
"Is it about what me and Marcus have been doing?" Jeffrey asked.
"Not exactly, but I want you to stop doing it," said Harold. "Also, I have a job lined up for you."
"A job?" Jeffery asked. "But, I don't want-"
"I've been talking to Erole the innkeeper, and he needs someone to help him out," said Harold. "The pay is good, and it will make certain things easier."
"What is the pay?" Jeffrey asked.
"Fifty copper a week."
"Fifty copper? But, I got-"
"You got it by stealing, and that's the only way to put it politely," said Harold. "Your mother and I didn't raise thieves. Do you even know what could happen to you if you got caught?" He looked at Marcus. "Do you know what would happen to your brother?" He pointed to himself, before pointing at the home. "What about us? Ever think of that?"
Jeffrey looked down. "I guess I never thought about that."
Harold placed a hand on his son's shoulder. "I only want what's best for you. I want you to grow into a man. I want you to find the one you'll live the rest of your life with. I want you to be a good father, and a good husband. I want you to grow old. That's all a father wishes for his son to do, and perhaps to do it better than he did." He looked at Marcus. "The same goes for you. I want you to find the right person, be a good father and husband, and to grow old. That's all I want for my boys." He placed his other hand on Marcus's side. "I know our place here is not an adventure like you might wish, but it is an honest way of living. That's all I want you to be."
"I understand father," said Jeffrey. "I'll take the job."
"That's a good son," said Harold.
"What about me?" Marcus said. "I'm getting too big to hide in the barn."
"Well, if the stories are true, there should be a cave in the forest, that was once used by the dragon that lived around here ten years ago," said Harold. "I'm not sure though. Take a look around, after you see your brother leave tomorrow. Just be careful."
"Yes father."
"Good," said Harold. "Now, your mother has been getting supper ready, and it should be about done."
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