Still completely oblivious to Sil's oddness and persecution, he chatted on. He felt like a tour guide. It was kind of fun. He pointed at points he thought were interesting as they walked along.<br/><br/>"That pub over there is<span style="font-style: italic">Walsh's</span>. He's got the best corn whiskey ever made."<br/><br/>He looked back at Sil and smiled. She didn't seem very happy. In fact, she rather looked she wanted to just run away. he smiled when the kid ran up to her. The Davis kid was adorable. Her mother's reaction was not amusing at all, however. He was quite appalled at Mrs. Davis's blatant racist outburst. It made him feel ashamed for his village, his family, and his city. I blushed furiously, but he had no idea what to do to correct it. He frowned as she approached him expectantly.<br/><br/>"I...I...I'm sorry." He stammered out, "That was nasty behavior."<br/><br/>He was quiet the rest to the way to the mayor's house. He gave a somber smile and opened the gate for her.