“They ahre calm folk, unless if you count pissed drunks who sing at th’ top of their lungs in th’ middle of the nigh’ an’ lumber ‘bout inta barrels an’ crates.” James eyed him curiously. “Other than i’s they ahre harmless, ta some extent. May Ah ask you somethin’?”
“If it’ll get you to stop eyeing me like I’m a dragon with ten heads and a thousand eyes, then I’d implore you to absolutely ask me something.” He sighed quietly, silver eyes looking to the man almost tiredly as he walked out from behind the counter.
James chuckled, flickering his gaze along the floorboards. “Quench me thirst an’ Ah jus’ might. If yer not from ‘round 'ere, then where ahre you form?”
