[He lived on very little, though he had funds squirreled away that he could access, but like Reaper, he had to be careful. He couldn't draw attention to himself with them, took as little as possible. He survived, nothing more, nothing less. Everything else he earned with odd mercenary jobs. Mostly, he just accepted going without.]

Fair enough, but you've been going strong for four years. You must be the most persistent old bastards that this place keeps you around.

[He nodded his head at the indication of why the basement was the best. He had figured as much. He nursed his drink and stared off ahead.]

Don't worry. I'll put you where you want to go.