"Aye," another small man answered, having just come out onto the street alongside the Halfling.

"There will surely be much time for building, sooner or later, and if there isn't we'll probably be dead and it will be someone else's problem."

The Halfling said this without any trace of melancholy, it was a simple truth.  There either would or would not be time to build.  One did not build a city expecting all things to fall apart.  You need optimism, persistent optimism, even in the face of a swift violent death.  Particularly now.

Thiago patted himself down absent mindedly as he made to catch up with the other Halfling, ensuring that while he quickened his step he didn't lose one of his tools.  That would be the very last thing he needed.  There would be no New Sauerabfel without his tools.  

"I am called Thiago," he said to the other, placing his hand lightly on his shoulder, "A builder from Sauerabfel, in better times.  Today another hopeful traveler.  Perhaps when things are more stable we make you a bakery yes?  Fresh warm biscuits can quickly make a house a home."