"A new job? Way I see it you can hardly handle this one. And this whole place is nothing but manual labor. Unless you're an expert on ancient crystals that don't exist?" he asked sarcastically. He handed her the other bucket and watched as she used all of her strength to pull them back up. He grabbed the one he was carrying and walked with small effort, she however, looked like she was about to pass out. A carriage rolled past them, splashing muddy water on their boots. He was 3/4 of the way through his cigar, he took it out and blew a large cloud of smoke into the air. He looked over to her and asked "When's the last time you had a decent meal?" They made their way through a group of bootleg tents that housed the poorest workers. One worker who looked absolutely beat was walking towards them. Rhett took his cigar out and offered him it. The man looked at the cigar and shrugged, taking it and nodding his thanks. He would've given the girl one but she needs a meal, not a smoke.