Matt nodded, as he sipped what was soon to be the last of his ale.  He was sure that he didn't want to come across as being overly soft hearted.  His mother would have tanned his hide for treating a lady with no respect.<br/><br/>He stood, nodded towards the empty chairs.  Clearing his throat with a grunt, "The names Redfern, what is it you are looking for?" he stated plainly.<br/><br/>He was unsure just what this woman was speaking for this boy.  He thought "boy", and had to hold back a smile, thinking that he seemed to be around the same age.  Matt wondered what it would have been like to had it easier growing up with just an inkling of stability.<br/><br/>Quickly, he stopped that thought, and replaced it with the answer he always used, "Tough, be tough."