Kyrie looked at the wreck of a beggar and shook her head, sadly. No way was she going to get caught in such a financial situation, that was for sure. She fished in her pack for some money, and pulled out a gold piece.<br/><br/>"Here. I will have some wine, and enough snacks to make up the rest of that piece. And you will be here when I finish work today. If I like the food, I will by more from you then. If not, you'll feel the sting of my riding crop. But you'll want to make more money by selling me more food, so I suppose you really have no choice but to still be here when I return."<br/><br/>She gave a little smile, one that may have contained malice, or possibly just general amusement.