Maidhc O Casain
Na Bith Mo Riocht Tá!
The boy gapes at Lerissa, plainly flabbergasted by having a well armed Tiefling speak kindly to him. Then he realizes what she's placed in his hand and gives another start before surreptitiously slipping it into a pocket.
The man smiles nervously at Abraxis, takes a deep breath and speaks with a touch of asperity.
"Oh, nothing you wouldn't expect near about every day here in Puddles. Still, when it's a regular they haul off it hits a little closer to home, if you know what I mean."
"Oh, don't trouble yourself, ma'am, I can take care of it! You folks just have a seat anywhere and I'll be right with you. Francach! Don't stand there gaping, son, it's not polite! Finish up the sweeping."
The man smiles nervously at Abraxis, takes a deep breath and speaks with a touch of asperity.
"Oh, nothing you wouldn't expect near about every day here in Puddles. Still, when it's a regular they haul off it hits a little closer to home, if you know what I mean."
"Oh, don't trouble yourself, ma'am, I can take care of it! You folks just have a seat anywhere and I'll be right with you. Francach! Don't stand there gaping, son, it's not polite! Finish up the sweeping."