Jon spits at the ground near your feet, looking sour as ever. "Rosie, aye," he mutters. "Ask away. Dunno what you'd expect to find out. She's my friend, been since we were little." His face darkens. "Then she went and fell in love with that damn light house keeper. Bloody good-for-nothing."<br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.trojwymiar.radiosar.pl/wp-content/uploads/2015/03/linebreak.png"><img alt="Image" src="http://www.trojwymiar.radiosar.pl/wp-content/uploads/2015/03/linebreak.png" style="max-width:700px; max-height; 700px;"/></a><br/><span style="font-family: Miriam Fixed;"><table width="100%"><tr><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-right:10px;">[Are you in love with her?]</td><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-left:10px;">[People seem to be scared of the light house.]</td></tr></table></span></div>