They stood in a long stretched yard, with doors ending on it, and steps up and down to more doors. Clearly a densely populated area. There was a pump in one corner, and two outdoor privies at the far end. Some ragged children were playing a game with some stones. An old man sat on the steps leading up to one of the doors, smoking a pipe. Four women sat in front of a door, with a tray of mussels and other molluscs between them, cutting them open and collecting the soft bait, the ground around them littered with empty shells. They looked up, greeted Ben and nodded at the stranger, except one - a red-headed girl with a long braid, a fringe, and a rather round face, who looked at Anthony shocked. Anthony might recognize her as the teenage girl who had beaten the shit out of him - if Anthony remembered all the people who had beaten him up. (The list seemed endless.) The girl's face shot red and she quickly turned her head again.

Ben, meanwhile, had nodded at the women and turned back to Anthony. "Aye, I've been sick a few weeks back, and still have a nasty cough, s'all…" he explained. "Listen, we started off on the wrong foot. A friend of Elijah's is a friend of mine. Why don't you come in for some tea?"