Barst was about to groan and shake his head at the implication of his companion's words when he heard a stomach rumbling. Pausing instantly, he turned around to observe the offending party. A woman. Walking directly behind them. With an apple in her hand. "Oh, you've gotta be...really now, young lady?" Sighing, he shook his head. "If you're that desperate for food....screw it, just take the damned thing. It's one apple. Still....you shouldn't have to resort to stealing. Do you have nowhere to go or anything?" Thinking on the possibility, a frown crossed Barst's face. If this girl really was stealing from them to survive, there had to be something they could do for her. 

That was one possibility. Mulling it over, he nodded and smirked at the would-be thief. "We're actually part of the mercenary company helpin' out here. If you join up with us, you can get plenty of those," he pointed to the apples, "and a whole lot more. Ya just have to be able to wield some sort of weapon and not kill yourself or everything around you, really. I'm sure our commander wouldn't be too upset at training a newcomer."