Captain: Stop! Thief!
Magical officer. Stop, or I shoot!
Leachtric: Captain, they’re probably just hungry.
Captain: That’s what the King’s Shelters are for.
Leachtric: Delivery ship crashed. Most of them are out of meals until tomorrow.
Captain: No excuse for looting.
Leachtric: In the last district, we were calling it “salvaging for food.”
Captain: What you’re doing, I call “asking for trouble.”