[Stern. Harsh. He harbours no love for pickpockets and thieves - nor respects those starved of food and shelter. His experience of poverty - hot chocolate instead of fire to ward against the chill of winter - harsh enough to result in him being adopted as a child. He hides compassion behind an austere expression and wrinkles his nose. Ice. Illness. Disease. Those years he is not eager to recall.
Especially not for this man who wriggles through conversations like a worm.]
But do you truly suppose our hosts will expect nothing for providing you with a roof over your head?
[Humans always want something for nothing, after all.]
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[Stern. Harsh. He harbours no love for pickpockets and thieves - nor respects those starved of food and shelter. His experience of poverty - hot chocolate instead of fire to ward against the chill of winter - harsh enough to result in him being adopted as a child. He hides compassion behind an austere expression and wrinkles his nose. Ice. Illness. Disease. Those years he is not eager to recall.
Especially not for this man who wriggles through conversations like a worm.]
But do you truly suppose our hosts will expect nothing for providing you with a roof over your head?
[Humans always want something for nothing, after all.]