[It's a pretty good offer, but Claude has been here long enough to catch wind of the communal stew, and he knows it's open to anyone who's hungry. And altruism is all well and good and noble, but if he's freezing to death every other day it's going to significantly hamper his ability to help contribute to that stew. Plus, he likes his fingers where they are, un-frostbitten and able to write and pull the strings on bows. He's very interested in keeping them that way.]

Well, like all new arrivals I was given a small pension to start out with, but with the weather being what it is, I find myself in need of warmer gear-- and I'd prefer to save that money where I can. The bow I borrowed from Town Hall is-- [He grimaces and makes a so-so gesture with his hand.] Well, I'd rather save up for one where I don't have to worry about the string snapping on me every time. Once I'm no longer concerned about losing extremities when I go out, I'd be happy to contribute anything extra I bring back to your stew.