It is a kid.
A boy of around thirteen years old of age, broke free of the grip by his mother hugging him afraid he will be taken away and enslaved, ran forward tripped and fell down a few times by the obstacles on the ground, and finally reached before Antonius kneeling down smashing his knees hard on the rocky ground and cried out.
"O lord, forgive me for my disrespect, but I no longer want to eat only one meal per day, no longer wants to have only raw fish, couple of grains and leaves as food, I want to fill me and my family's stomach!"
Then the kid kept his head low anticipating a response.
"Wish granted." Antonius clapped. "I promise you that as long as I am your lord you will not have to starve if you put in the hard work."