<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=81439.msg3647092#msg3647092">Quote from: MrDiamondBackJack on September 17, 2010, 06:26:20 pm</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">He pulled his cap off, by the bill and started to scratch at his thick gray scalp. She sure talked pretty enough, like a school teacher or a librarian.  "Ah,  well I don't know nothin' 'bout that.  I just do as I'm told, sos she leave me be."  He was feeling out of his depth.  He had almost said that there was nothing wrong with his vision, but it wouldn't have been the gospel truth.  He had his drug store reading glasses, for when he read the morning paper.<br/><br/>"Well. There good fishin' in that town you said your from, Kil....  The town."  Darien silently cursed his sister.  She had told him all that he had to do was to greet the guests and then he could go back to his workshop.  Here he was though, trying to talk with some pretty young gal from Kiltree.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Kilkenny. Yes, I'd imagine so though I couldn't say from personal experience. It's not really considered a womanly calling so I never learned how." She glanced away briefly. "If it's not too forward of me, may I ask why you must cut back on your fishing? It occurs to me that if your sister would prefer that you not do so alone, perhaps I could apprentice with you and help pay for my keep." "Until such time as we find someone reputable to exchange my money of course." She smiled at the seemingly bewildered man. "I do know how to clean a fish at the very least."