Trouvere
Explorer
Gildrim turns and pauses. After several seconds, he says heartily, "Och aye, this is... Weel's guid freend, an', an' mah archaeological expairt. Wha coudna come wi' th' three ay us, acause ay... expairt somethins he haed tae feenish. But noo ye're haur at lest. Haur at lest. Aye."
Gildrim hastily turns back to Richard. "Thaur ye gae, ye're aw besmairtened," he informs him. "Dinnae leuk sae worrit!"
He leans over to Weel and mutters to him under cover of patting himself down markedly less effectively. "Ye're a strappin' fellae, wi' a beard a dwairrf wad be prood tae bear. Dae ye think ye coud dae a bit ay chairmin' ay th' lassie? She hasnae takken tae me, for reasons as plain as th' ears oan her heid."
"Aw daen!" he declares. "Shoud we gae oan in?"
Gildrim hastily turns back to Richard. "Thaur ye gae, ye're aw besmairtened," he informs him. "Dinnae leuk sae worrit!"
He leans over to Weel and mutters to him under cover of patting himself down markedly less effectively. "Ye're a strappin' fellae, wi' a beard a dwairrf wad be prood tae bear. Dae ye think ye coud dae a bit ay chairmin' ay th' lassie? She hasnae takken tae me, for reasons as plain as th' ears oan her heid."
"Aw daen!" he declares. "Shoud we gae oan in?"