Faith sat, not rushing him or expecting him to answer when he started eating the soup; she had been looking at some pieces of parchment when he came in and she turned her attention back to those while he ate, but she looked back up regularly, so he knew that he was welcome to talk whenever he wanted. She listened when he apologised and said it had been some time since he had eaten and she shook her head. "I would rather see you eat than hear an answer that can wait, it's fine." He spoke then, though, and Faith listened. A fire? She breathed in, her hands pressing together as she listened ~ the pads of of her fingers touching each other with such force that they were whiter even than the pale skinned woman normally was. His family had died in that fire and he had nowhere to go. He explained what he was looking for and Faith nodded her head.
"Let me tell you about Cally's," she said, softly. "It is a place where people who have nowhere to go can come and we will help them. We don't give out charity, that it patronizing and we don't do it. What we say here is that, if you will work then we will feed you, give you somewhere to live, medical care and so on, and train you in a skill if you do not have one." Faith gestured to him. "Although it sounds like you do, so will not need extra training, but are still welcome to it. In return for what we offer, we expect hard work. Then, after a set time, usually of five ten-trials," although it had been more for those in the worst sort of situations. Perhaps it would suprise Kazimir to know that his was not that, although she did not doubt that it felt it right in this moment. "well, we help you find work. Sometimes, the people who have gone through this programme, they work here."
Trudi put another bowl of soup down, fresh crusty bread accompanying it. Faith gestured to it, if he wanted it. "The front of house restaurant is very expensive. That pays for the accommodation, those sorts of things. We have a farm for produce, a vineyard, livestock. As an artist, there are all sorts of things which might be put to use. I was just looking at these, in fact," Faith showed him some mock-ups of menus she'd been looking at, with small drawings of the dish next to them. She really wasn't sure that it helped and to her mind it looked fussy, but equally, there was a visual aspect to it and it helped those who could not read. However, she was going off track. "So, if you wish it, we can offer you that. Would you be interested?"
