Whitefish River Pale Underbelly

He's just a kid.

Marcus felt himself fully give way to a relaxed state, understanding what was going on here. Well, understanding as much as an outsider could gather from what presented itself. This young man was thin, recoiled and tired. There was no energy left for him to strike, and he felt his mouth turn downwards at the thought of what this kid might've been through. "What's your name? I was going to grab another fish for myself, would you like one?" 

It was a lie. He was done eating the moment he tossed the scraps of the last fish to the side, but Marcus was always sure to take into account a person's pride. Someone battered and on the rocks may still turn down help if they had too much of an ego.