Tommi comes out from the back of the stables, yawning and rubbing at his eyes. There is a general look of tiredness on his face, strange for such early evening.
"Oh, it's you, again. I still have my chores, mister, but I'll answer your questions", occasionally glancing at the smiling girl standing nearby.
As Tommi places fresh hay in the stalls for the horses and the mule, he answers in his usual fashion,
"The prospector gents have no horses or mules, here. I just look after your animals. The prospectors pay me no attention and I pay them none."
Tommi pours fresh water into the troughs.
"They carry packs on them and weapons--daggers mostly that I've seen. That's all, mister. I have to finish and get some supper. My da's waiting on me."