Athinar stood there, in shock as the man snatched the pouch of money out of his hands, and then gave it back to the fat man. Incredulously, he thought, He didn't keep it for himself? But... why? He had time enough to take it and leave. Listening to the purple man's reprimanding of the greasy person, he smirked, but that smirk was quickly wiped off of his face when he became the target of the frowning gaze. Listening, shamefaced, he looked up at the man when he was finished, and said, "Well, ser, I don't know of any jobs for me. I mean, really. Not much is available in the line of work for a scrawny little one like me. Unless I wanted to be a courier for a family, which my da doesn't want me to be. Says only fools get involved with those sorts." Nudging his foot around in the dust on the street, he drew lines and erased them, ashamed.