Wesley watched the Longbottom woman hurry away. She was scared, but he'd find her soon enough. That family always attracted trouble, he'd been certain of that. His head tilted as he waited for the boy and rose a brow at the question. He was now on guard from the strange priest and he'd not give him an inch since he was certain there was something behind everything that man did, even if he didn't think it through.

"About the same amount as the constable who you tried to visit. We actually studied in York together to be constables at the same time." He grinned smugly. "Some of us were good enough to stay constables in the big city."