You're in a low-middle class family. A few days ago, a traveling merchant came by with some good to trade with the village. You went there daily to browse the stock, and by browse, you mainly sat next to a boy about your age that was being sold by the merchant.

Today was the same as always, except the way Spencer acted. It took a while, but you managed to get him to spill. "It's our last day here. We're moving to the next town tomorrow." He said, trembling slightly.