“Ah could ask you th’ same thing meself. It is closed after all.” Folding his arms across his chest, eying him from the corner of his eye.
“I rented out the place for my own personal use. I have a habit of doing that. Lowers the chance of some random drunkard coming in when you’re asleep, or having someone slit your throat in the middle of the—night.” He had to remind himself that most people slept during the night, not the day. “It’s strange, though. People around these parts don’t seem too keen on that occurring.”
“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’?”
