Good to have an honest man, he decided. A man who knew something about just wanting a nice place to get out of the cold, desert night.
He wiped his forehead on the back of his glove, and sat himself down on the ground. Pulling off his leather boots.
“What kind of work you got around here? Just taking care of the horses?”
“I make metal bits, horse shoes, leather material, armor, and ammunition for the right price.”
He tapped his chin idly before he picked up a spoon, stirring the meal, “I work the farm with some help on the slower days.”
“What do you usually do? For work.”