"I agree. Know anyone need hauled water or pulled rocks?"

"I'd take a bucket of water. Bucket's over there, well's down thataway."

"How much you want to pay bucket of water?"

Briseadh only has one useful piece of information on prices around here- the price of a loaf of bread- but he'll take a second datapoint.

And then unless it's something wildly out of line with the scale implied by the bread, he'll haul the man's water and go looking for more manual labor jobs. Maybe this old guy knows neighbors who also need water from the well. And maybe these idiots will crown Briseadh king when he shows them the wonders of indoor plumbing.

He offers one-fifth of the price of a loaf of bread, which is as small as the coin denominations go, and he seems to think that's pretty generous for one bucket of water. Most people are fine at getting their own water, though he could maybe get another coin for doing several buckets for that one house.

Yeah, that does actually sound kind of generous. Which is weird. Is. . . nobody going to try and cheat the stranger? That's weird enough Briseadh is suspicious. 

Hauling buckets of water is the kind of thing Briseadh can do all day. If the buckets have handles he might scavenge a stick to make himself an improvised yoke. As he's starting the nascent water hauling business he'll ask if there's other manual labor to be done, he'd like to pay off his host before he sleeps again if he can.

They have handles, and he can get another coin holding a cart steady while someone else fixes its wheel.

Sure, he'll do that. Which leaves him at less than half a chunk of bread. Not terrible for asking random people to do household chores for them though. 

He should be doing something more important than this.

Can he chore his way into bread money? If not he'll try asking if they eat animals, and if so it any of it is hunted. He's trying to work out what to offer people this insanely low tech.

Yeah, they eat pheasants and rabbits and squirrels and wild ducks.

Briseadh does not know what any of those creatures look like but if someone can draw him a half decent picture in the dirt (or point at one, if there's a dead but unbutchered one in eyesight?) he'll finish this round of water and wheel fixing, then ask if there's a less populated area where the wild things might be and if it's owned so nobody else should hunt there.

How do people usually hunt? Sharp sticks?

They've got bows and arrows, and traps.

Then after his current round of water hauling and wheel fixing Briseadh is going to go force choke a few rabbits. It's a lot easier than bows and arrows; you can't miss, with the force, and all he needs is line of sight. This is the kind of stupid work he could avoid if this planet wasn't insanely low tech, the villagers must be laughing at each other how the newcomer will do their chores for a pittance, he should go back and choke that old man until they give him food-

Another advantage of this is the hunting area presumably has a lot fewer people around, so he can scream at the forest without as many weird looks. By the time he comes back into town he's calmed down a little bit, though he's still scowling. He's got a brace of rabbits carried in his cloak, which he's taken off and used like a bag. Underneath he's wearing closely fitted black clothes with a few pouches and a metal cylinder a little under a foot long on his belt. He'll head back to the house he slept at last night and see about cooking these animals.

Rabbits go for more than bread and he can get a tidy sum for his meat, if he wants to sell them.

Is this better sold as rabbit or as meat after butchering and cooking or smoking it?

He's going to take the straightforward approach to eating one rabbit, then selling the others to pay back the bread and whatever it cost to rent sleeping space. Depending on how much is left over he'll buy a couple loaves and. . . waterskins and leather sacks? Is that the best way to carry water and food on a journey by foot?

None of this is bringing him closer to going back to Mustafar and throwing his former teacher in a volcano, but he does finally feel like he has his feet mostly under him.

(There are no external wounds on the rabbits, but every sign of pain and fear that could show up in the meat is present.)

Skinning it himself will make people willing to pay more (for the meat and skin both; they're both valuable) but butchering it any further beyond that won't. They seem to be assuming he trapped and strangled them, they're not doing rabbit autopsies. He can get a bed for the next time he sleeps and have some left over.

Bottle gourds are popular but waterskins can also be had.

Sure, two bottle gourds and a sack. Oh, and paper, he forgot paper.

How's Shimyamei doing? Does she want a piece of rabbit for more language lessons?

Now that even the Wise People apparently aren't unusually force sensitive, he's going to keep his senses open for anyone who is. If these people actually have no force users then-

-then he doesn't know what that means. The force is everywhere.

There's no force sensitives on this round.

Shimyamei is doing fine and will take a half-rabbit to teach him more words and correct his grammar!

It is not the case that a Sith left unopposed on a small, backwards planet invariably takes the place over and rules as a tyrant. Sometimes Sith manage to get themselves killed by their own hubris, or the local kingpins prove unexpectedly resourceful. It's still common enough that the Jedi spent a lot of effort opposing suspiciously fortunate rising tyrants.

Half a rabbit, huh? What makes you think you're entitled to that half a rabbit for fulfilling the role you were created to serve? Briseadh is being kind enough to condescend to learn some of your language instead of making you all learn Basic like you should. 

"You don't want half a rabbit. You want to do a good deed for a stranger."

He pushes out through the force, pressing a weight down on her willfullness, her impulse to fight back, it's easier not to haggle and to just do what someone else wants. If she wanted it badly enough she could always fight back.

"All right, all right," she says, folding without much resistance at all.

-okay, maybe he is going to wind up ruling this planet with an iron fist.

At the end of the lesson he smiles, thanks her, and asks what her plans for the next few weeks (in the local time idiom) would be.

Also, was Zay around and did they notice anything weird with the mind trick?

Zay wasn't around but another person Shimyamei lives with was. It's not obvious if he noticed anything. Shimaymei's going to catch up with all her friends and do the work she needs to do to help support her household. There's also probably going to be a party for her soon, though since she's early it's not prepared yet and she's not sure when it will wind up being.

Ah, one of those useful people that's enmeshed in a whole social web. Those are trickier to abduct. 

"I'm happy house let me stay two night. I can hunt rabbit, is this kind of thing house happy have me stay longer learn language or house not want me as long time guest?"

Hunt rabbits, learn the local language, and worm his way into people's heads isn't a terrible routine to be in for a little while. He's very conscious of being on a timer, here, but a pervasive language barrier is a pain to work around and it doesn't sound like he's missing out on a spaceport somewhere nearby. 

So the plan to beat is to aggressively learn the local tongue now that he's not burning resources other than time every day, then travel widely.

"I thought you were keeping the rabbit after all?"

"I paid Zay for bread, they want I contribute something for using bed? Rabbit hunt means I am useful to somebody, not just taking time and bread."

Hrm.

"I not understand- who and why people live in household live here. What relationship to each other." It's not a boardinghouse, but these people don't have blood families.

"We're friends," she says. "I'm not sure you have a word in Basic more specific than that... 'household members', but that's not really informative..."