Relax, you're not in trouble. I just wanted to check in, see if you wanted one of the geese. It's hard forage in the middle of winter, you can't be having an easy time of it here.

[Cerrit talks in a somewhat authoritative voice; he talks like a cop. But there's something in how he tucks his wings, keeps his hands visible, moves slow that communicates he means no harm.]

There's someone keeping a pot of stew on at the inn, too.