"That's the right attitude to have about it," Erik agrees with a nod. "The recent influx of new residents has recently put a strain on the local food stores. But we are making adjustments to ensure we will be properly prepared with the next harvest." He says 'we' as if he has anything to do with that. He doesn't know the first thing about farming.

Erik accepts her hand in his extremely cold one, shaking firm but brief. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I am Lord Erik Osborne. I carry that title from my previous life, but here I am employed as this town's premier whore." And yes, he does say that with a perfectly straight face.