Esme wrinkled her nose at the idea of stealing food from a farmer and his family considering how she was raised, considering the number of siblings she had, but then too her and Tara would have to eventually eat. She felt torn, and Esme looked at Tara rather disheartened. In a quiet voice, she spoke. “I'm uncertain. Granted, we could use the food, but I hate the idea of stealing from farmers. They are usually in need, usually have many children to clothe and feed, and I fear getting caught by not only the farmer but mangy dogs, or worse, rough farm hands. We are not really in a great position, and the further we get away from the dragon, and the soldiers, the better or else I'd say we could probably get a meal here in exchange for doing some chores.”