"It's Guts."

Right. People tended to introduce each other when they were friendly. Was he pleased in turn? He supposes he didn't mind talking to her. For whatever reason, Hesri was quite easy to get along with.

He moves to another fruit, the last two, leaving them with an impressive plate of neatly sliced little orange pieces arranged to make... some sort of shape. At one point he had attempted a circle. His hunger had been sated by the first fruit, for now, so the rest remained unbothered.

"You're from Volkfeld, huh?"

He was quite traveled, apparently. The name appeared to sound familiar.

"Heard it got swallowed up between Midland and Tudor. Dunno which one of them claimed it lately."

The eternal spat between the two kingdoms seemed to have no end. He'd been considering going to that disputed border between them to find more work. Plenty of jobs for killers in a protracted war.

"How'd you find this place from over there?"

The only people had to hide that far were criminals, usually. Was Hesri more interesting than she first appeared?