Menachem shrugged slightly and moved to sit more easier. "Then save yourself the trouble and don't bother. He isn't worth it. But thank you for the sympathy..."

The man took the offered drink and bread and slowly tore off a small piece and put it in the soup to soak up the liquid. He looked up at Tristan. "Yeah? He seem to be doing well then? You think he is happy on his farm?" He asked before sipping some lemonade and trying a spoonful of soup with the small piece of soaked roll.