That made sense. There were too many people for everybody to have a big fort... "Unless they lived together," he sniffed. "But here everybody wants their own rooms. Like the pirates."
"They need protection. The men beat them up and hurt them. I don't mess with the ones they want to do business with," Rufio stuck his hands in his pockets, then quickly pulled them out again and took the box handed to him. It smelled really good, though when the woman handed him two sticks he frowned. Taking them he opened the box, then grinned and grabbed a piece of the meat inside, eatting it quickly and wihtout regard for manners.
"This is great," he said, mouth full. He chewed a moment and swallowed, then looked up at her. "What should I do? Fly away and ignore mean old men hurting them?"