"Town can be a rough place, mate, especially to new folk at the moment." Brother Nanse-kam says, before encouraging Tarquin to eat. Tarquin does eat, surprisingly slowly, but he's obviously hungry.

"Was my own fault, I was looking for work, and asked the wrong person. I'm fine now." Tarquin replies, not meeting our eyes. So he is still selling himself, then. But even so...

"Did you tell the sheriff?" I hope so. Or at least, tell me. I'm assuming some stupid small-time thug. I wouldn't hurt him badly, but I would give him something to think about.