This he could work with. Curly dark hair, kind of skinny, looks like she's... caught the pox. Malachi did not think too hard about what that meant for the poor children in the cart.

Didn't want to think too hard about leaving those children in that cart outside of the pub, either. There was a moment's hesitation at the door, but after a quick glance around, Malachi gave a sigh and followed the oldest boy inside.

"Not begging," he corrected, voice returned from the softer tone he'd fallen into with the children. "I'm looking for his sister. There's no Ruth Longbottom here, is there?"