Lucifer frowns. "I intend to give them money," which he does still have some saved up meticulously, though it will be all he has, gone, "but if they buy firewood, year round it saves them a significant cost. The lake is still frozen, the town still cold. They still need that. Maybe they're able to use magic, but that seems like more convenience than Nott has." And one likely doesn't want to rely on Wild Magic for something like heat.

He's thinking long-term investments here, but mention of Lyle surprises him.

"Lyle!" he barks a laugh, leaning forward, hands laced together, and his thoughts immediately go to Brion Creed and his modest home in Old Nott.

"No. Authority figures helping the less unfortunate? Are you kidding me? If he hasn't done anything on his own by now, he's not going to do anything because a Summoned asked." Pressured. "Poverty and crime are rampant in those streets, hell, natives had been going missing for so long there. I don't know what his 'rating' is among his people, but I'm guessing part of the reason he's so willing to open arms to the Summoned is that so they can fix his problems for him."

Low opinion? Just a bit.

He resumes his position and waves a dismissive hand. "And I could care less about Lyle's opinion of me. Citizens are always what matter. The disenfranchised lifeblood of any city."