[Kain raised an eyebrow.] You mean the townsfolk of Vandare scrambling like headless chickens. It'll die down in a few days, and they'll just about throw food and supplies at you in the hopes you'll remember them later.

[And not eat them.]

They overestimate how much one of us needs to eat and how often, and how many of the new arrivals are more likely to starve until they berserk than go hunting on their own. Bavan's friendlier as long as you stay off the back streets.

[He is getting this funny feeling that, no matter what advice he gives, turning his back on this one is going to mean the kid being liable to get his head ripped off.]