Trim and Unil

Passed by the market today, and some vendor tried to hire me for three copper coins to "deal with" a wild boar that was eating his grain. I said fine, but I'd need more—because one swing of my sword and I might split his stall in half too. He went pale, and in the end just tossed me a half-burnt piece of meat. Trim says I shouldn't scare people, but at least the meat wasn't poisoned. ...Well, she insisted I split it with her, saying that way it wasn't a total waste of effort.