That steak sounded pretty good. At least compared to all the shitty food that they're eating here, he'd kill for some protein, and who doesn't like a good steak?

He gave off a small half-laugh. "You kidding? He barely has a backbone, shopkeepers will step all over him and use him as an actual doormat. He wouldn't survive five minutes out in the market." Jake was such a good friend, believing in his pals... "He'd need more than just help."