"What makes you think you can count on me just because you have no one else to go to?" Luke said, sheathing his sword and standing before her, "I hope you're not like those runaway slaves, who follow the scraps of promises of cities holding some sort of hope for them and ending up living on others' pity." He scooped up the sack of coins and scattered a handful on the floor, "The payment for the city guards who will have to clean this mess up," He muttered. "Also, I have no intention of teaching anyone who does not have morals. Tell me truthfully, do you have morals you abide by, or will you cast them aside for your survival?"