"I don't typically harm people who don't deserve it. So long as they keep their hands off their weapons, they've nothing to fear from me." He led her through the city and to his house; a little, unassuming hovel towards the center of the lower city. "Here it is, my own little piece of heaven." He entered a long series of numbers on a keypad. After a sharp "BEEP" sounded, he opened the door and ushered her in. It was clean, but obviously a house in the lower city. "Make yourself at home. Got a stew on the fire, water in that bucket over there." He went to a cabinet and grabbed a wooden bowl, dipping it into a pot over the fireplace and coming out with a rather appetizing stew. He sat on a nearby armchair and began drinking the stew directly from the bowl. "Want some? Made it myself. Its got some beef chunks, potatoes... it's actually pretty good." He quaffed the stew quickly and set the bowl aside. "Now, anything you need to know? I've got a few minutes. Then i'd better report to the King about my patrol. That ought to be interesting."