Infamous Thomas
"Me name is Mary." Her smirk curling with mischief. "So Thomas, what brings you ‘bout th’ harbor, yeh? Not simply takin’ a simple stroll, ahre ye?" She teased, giving him a knowing glint.
"Mary, It’s a pleasure tae meet yae," Thomas’s arms crossed over his chest, as he leaned against the crates, never once taking his eyes off of the woman. "Nah, I like comin down here when I’m feelin’ bored. The guards around here are always real easy tae mess with."
“Are they now? an’ you ahve never been caught, me boy? Ah’m impressed.” Thomas was certainly endearing. “Now what sorts of jokes ahve ye pulled?”