Paul relaxes somewhat as they enter the cafe.

"I do apologize for my cheapness, but recent misfortune has seen me lose what funds I brought with me. I will pay you back for this, once I am able."

Paul is famished and orders a sandwich and coffee. Then makes that two sandwiches.

"Paul, Paul Turner. I'm an artist, and some of my paintings were due to be exhibited. Unfortunately I was...delayed." He brings the coffee to his lips, a shake in his hands being apparent.

"After my carriage apparently broke down I found myself in a small town called Emberhead. A village, really. It's not there anymore. The people there were hospitable, at first. And the town had some lovely scenery. But after a time, well..." He trails off and looks up at the older man wearily. "I don't believe you'd believe me if I told you."