Vincent's Backpack - 08

Nate walked around the streets of the market, glancing at the stalls behind him. A trail of discarded, eaten apples caught his attention. He followed it and found a boy sitting atop of a stack of crates, eating the apples without any shame. “Hey, are those yours?” asked Nate innocently. “What are you, a pathfinder? Go away” said the surly kid with impatience. His hair was scruffy and unkempt, and he wore a large red scarf around his neck. “How did you know!?” said Nate with excitement, honoured at being addressed as such.