Was she really this dumb?
"Are you always this dumb?" He asked her bluntly.
"You're not the only street urchin around here, you know." He told her, digging back into his dinner.
"The previous owners are gone, so I moved in. The upper floor caved, so no one else is gonna come live here. It's my house now, and the only reason you're still here is because I don't like the dog either." He told her. He reached up and pulled the hatch down again.
"And if we get caught here, we'll be hanged. That's why we're hiding, sister." He sat himself down on a spread blanket before a lit candle, currently the only light source. The only problem with cellars was that they got very cold at night.
Fortunately, Sparhawk had plenty of blankets and pillows, stuff the previous owners had left behind. He'd dragged them all down here to make the place more comfortable.