Vasyl frowns. "They were all but cowering before you. You could have let them go at that, and we would have no less trouble. Meanwhile, I'll have to deal with every refugee out here learning of the generous halfling, and the wagon he was protecting." He sighs to himself. "I am an honest man. That does not mean I want every damn man and woman in the city speaking of me."

The boys behind the wagon shift uncomfortably at Vasyl's words, though the promise of food seems to keep them quiet.