62 - a piper, dressed in all sorts of colours

[sore_feet_man]

*humming some tune to himself as he walks through the town square*

Good day to you. Please, spread the word; I'm a rat-catcher, and looking for some work. Is your castle or shop or whatever it may be in need of the most thorough extermination of rodents the world has ever seen?

I give you my guarantee that I'm not bluffing.

Comments

[roseofcaerleon]

[She's back from gathering nettles and walking around without really paying attention to where she's going.]

[sore_feet_man]

*spots her out of the corner of his eye - ah, finally someone from his social class*

...Good day to you, miss. Are you collecting those nettles for business or for pleasure?

[roseofcaerleon]

[She looks up.]

[sore_feet_man]

*still smiling friend-ily* ...I'm going to guess "business." I'm here for something similar, though I'm not gathering, I'm scattering. Rodents and the like. You have any at your house that need getting rid of?

[roseofcaerleon]

[She looks at him for a long while, before finally shaking her head.]

[sore_feet_man]

*lets his shoulders down a bit and sighs* ...Hm. This place is far too sanitary for someone in my profession.

[roseofcaerleon]

...

[sore_feet_man]

...You wouldn't be...a mute, would you?

[roseofcaerleon]

[She raises her chin slightly.]

[sore_feet_man]

...Mm.

*takes out a cigarette, and puts it in his mouth-- but then stops, not lighting it, considering her*

Am I disturbing you?

[roseofcaerleon]

[She shakes her head curtly.]

1/2

[sore_feet_man]

...

2/2

[sore_feet_man]

*this time, a not a salesman's smile, but a real one*

Thank goodness.

[roseofcaerleon]

[She looks at him questioningly.]

[sore_feet_man]

It would be a shame if I were to go on for hours and hours, and you couldn't tell me to simply mind my own business.

[roseofcaerleon]

[She nods.]