Jacee waited, not quite patiently, for the girl to finish.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FF0080">Have mercy, does the lass EVER stop talking?</span></span><br/><br/>She raised an eyebrow, "Yes, yes, that's all good and well, lass. But on this ship, you will not be farming, working with horses, splitting wood or any of the like. I don't question your ability to live on your own, but this is not a cabin in the woods. This is an airship, kiddo. So, you tell me what you can do HERE, on my ship, that's of use to me. Then, and only then, will we talk about your wagon."<br/><br/>She might have sounded harsh, but the girl had taken a tone that Jacee wasn't sure she favored. She hadn't meant to insinuate that the girl was entirely useless, only that she may not be fit for travel via airship.<br/><br/>"And also, before we get too far into it,"<span style="color: #FF0080"><span style="font-style: italic"> Before she starts talking again... </span></span>"What interest do you have in this so-called Avalon. Why are you so keen to come along?"