"Debatable," Giles offered. "You may sleep in the hayloft, but you also work your trade to earn your living. That places you at least as high as the grooms or the craftsmen's helpers. Slightly above bottom rung, I would say. But we don't have much of a well-defined hierarchy here to begin with, or," he added after a small pause, "too many different hierarchies to make this very easy."<br/><br/>"We know better than to judge people by how wealthy they are." Petrus answered Mialla's last remark, briefly looking up from his bowl. "There are enough families in town who arrived with not much more than the clothes on their backs and a small bundle slung over their shoulder and they turned out to be good, decent folk who had just fallen on some bad luck. If we had turned them away it would have been everyone's loss – theirs and ours."<br/><br/>Every one of the locals fell silent for a spell and focused on their supper, perhaps thinking about a family or two they knew who matched Petrus's description. At length, Giles offered:<br/><br/>"If there's anything you need for tonight, a blanket maybe or something else? I could see to it before I call it a day. If nothing else I'd at least offer to light your way to the stable. Those stairs are pretty steep."