Nate chucked lightly as he took a small biscuit. He was hungry, but modesty was usually better in social situations. "Maybe I lit one or two..." he admitted with a small smile. Yes, he had. And it was fun.

What can you do for me? Nate pondered that question for a minute, taking a seat across from the head man. "My parents were recently killed in a fire," he said meekly. This was the point where Nate had to be careful not to spill too much information, but he still truly needed somebody's help.