"Aye, and I wouldn't be able to pay t' fee, and they probably wouldn't take me on me without the certificate.... So that's why I take on small jobs like this, ser." He looked up at Quentin. "I can do deliveries for ye, whenever ye need, ser. And I'm good at fixing things, if ye need owt like that. Me dad has a repair shop, so I learned from early on." Except his dad got worse and worse at fixing things. His older brother, Claude, seemed to be getting worse too. He kept having to go back to that rich bloke Mr. Meijer's house. It was really weird.