"...Why would I charge you when the Trenchies won't even do that?"

He had no idea what to make of this man-- but, it was what it was. Taking that hand, Waver pulled as best as he could to help the other man up. Skinny as a reed and about as strong as one, he had no idea if he was even helping.

"I'm a Waker. I volunteered for this job, and sometimes it involves giving your cloak away. Now-- come along. There's a place that serves fairly decent mushroom toasties not too far. We might even get you a tea or coffee while we're there."