Trent heard movement on the other side of the door, and ears perked up attentively as he waited for it to open. After a moment of sounds, finally it opened, and yes, it was the right door, too. When he laid eyes on Strelein, though, Trent couldn't help but gulp a little... He looked like a shadow of the man that Trent had, well, met once before in his life. He'd looked so shiny and perfect last time, and Trent felt even more sorry for him at seeing this. He was desperate to, for once in his life, make a difference.
Since 'you look like shit' didn't seem a very friendly opener, and neither did Trent want to come off as wanting to help Strelein (because his experience was that the lower you sunk, the less likely you wanted someone else's charity), and so he held up the slab of meat and said, "Are you hungry?" Trent grinned awkwardly at the man as he proceeded, "Because it's normal to bring a gift when paying someone a visit, err... Right?" He looked at the piece of meat in his hand, and suddenly thought the idea of bringing a gift was highly overrated; Trent just hoped that Strelein would take the damn thing, so that he wouldn't be walking around with it anymore, and besides, the recently demoted Serf looked like he could use some good ole' nutrients, anyway.
Trent looked hopefully at Strelein, desperately hoping that he'd actually be invited in for the visit he had mentioned. It would be rather a let-down if the door'd be slammed in his face right now. Trent was going to help someone out, and it would make things a lot easier if Strelein actually wanted to be helped out... Or to be held company and talked to, at all.