The long-haired youth with sharp red eyes and a scar on his brow studies the man with slicked-back hair who turned up with good intentions he has trouble comprehending. After a pause spent judging him and the basket he carries, he challenges him and his offering of food with eye contact given from a lowered head. His voice is soft and quiet.

"Surely you've noticed by now that the guards aren't taking your kindness very well. Why put yourself at risk providing meager handouts to a complete stranger?"