After being relatively unsuccesful in finding a job, or any other thing of that nature, Alexander's body was starting to degrade, he was losing what little fat and muscle he had, which really made him look like he was on the brink of starving to death, even though he wouldn't be that poor for a while. Sure he could have stole from people, but he had promised himself, find a job, or starve. Obviously, he chose to starve. He was not however, not opposed to scavanging for food, and that's exactly what he was doing. He checked any where and everywhere for mere morsels and scraps so that maybe he could extend his existence just a little longer. Then out of the corner of his eye, lying in the street, a completly uneaten whole carrot. It was not big, it was actually a rather scrawny carrot, but it was more than he usually found. He quickly picked it up and started to eat it, savoring the texture, and the taste. In reality it was a rather poor quality vegtable, but when a person was hungry as he was everything tasted like fine cusine. After finishing his scrawny meal, he sat out on trying to find something else. "It could be worse" he thought to himself "I could be dead" and suddenly the thought of being in Brunnhold crossed his mind, well fed, safe. Enslaved. He shuddered at the thought "Or in Brunnhold". Worse then being dead, as far as he was concerned.