Joscelin looks at the girl again, and sighs. It's been over a century since he last took on a charity case like this, and it reminds him of his failure to protect the vampires he sired. How many lost children had he taken in and turned into soldiers and spies before Millicent ordered them killed? "There are other ways to work. Legitimate ones. You play by the Nest's rules, and Jean-Claude won't see you starve. He's bloody sentimental like that." Joscelin says it almost fondly, even.

He starts walking towards the main road, not looking back to see if the girl is following him but figuring she will.

"My name is Joscelin Fitzthomas." Notably, he uses the French pronunciation of his name, which he normally doesn't bother with because he considers himself thoroughly English and those vowels shifted along with the language centuries ago. "And you?"