Ah, he was right about your manners! You are a rarity.
*sits down, but he lets go of his staff on accident when he lifted a hand to adjust his blindfold*
*the simple staff with the crow carving on the top of it hits the ground, and the staff seems to....open a few inches from the base of the carving. The crow carving turns out to be the butt of a long and narrow sword, the scabbard being the rest of the staff, the metal blade textured with a grain like that of wood.*
Oh dear.........my apologies if a blind man carrying a sword frightens anyone who saw this, ha!
*with a deft flick of his wrist, the thin, double-edged blade seems to sing as he removes it and twirls it suddenly before re-sheathing it. The whole action was quicker than a blink, the blade appearing like a trail of light*
Hmmm, yes, no damage.
....
Oh, sorry! I must do that to inspect its integrity a bit, since well......blind, yes?
*seems to sit there silently in thought, his face somewhat hidden by the blindfold and the hood of his robe*
...Kebin told me quite a bit of you. You must be the "praline girl" he described in detail.
*leans over and beckons you to get close so he can whisper*
.....I've made myself sick with his cooking. Pardon my language, but....the man can take a shitty set of raw food and make masterpieces with them.
.....whoever thought up of eating alligator? Seriously!
*leans back into his chair*
If he has you as an apprentice, prepare to work, if you have not already. He takes pride in his cooking, and wishes anyone with him to take the same spirit with it.
*grasps it, places his other hand on yours as you do so, and pats it.*
Ah! THANK YOU. I love these things.
*starts eating it*
*swallows*
Has he ever told you about the gay Latino bar we were stuck in and were freed because of these and we had to put on wigs to get by the bouncers and be free of any homosexual advances from the rest? Quite a funny tale....
*grins a flashy smile, one that would rival any movie star smile*
Ah, yes. We were in the area, looking for some beer. He saw a place, we walked in, thinking that it served Mexican food, as it was called "Paco's Taco" and.....heh.
We were a bit shocked, especially when the gays saw our uniforms...
How sad, some cursed event warped your lovely face.
Thankfully, I've learned some medical work in the Old Academy. That, compounded by my studies of the dark arts, can remove that blighted scar upon your face
Miabashin? I've heard that name recently. A man with scraggly black hair, and carried a shamsin? Any relation? He also seemed to be abusing a large, bulky man with a black muscle shirt, jeans, and pointed blond hair. Why is that?
Yes, I've found as much. Claims to be allowed on this world, but cannot speak to you, due to some agreement to a higher power. My condolances for your loss, by the way
I'm sorry. If you would so like, I could try to act as a sort of messenger between you two. I'm sure you've got a lot to say to him, and vice-versa. Maybe it'll help him to pass on?
That's good. It's good to know you keep in touch with your father, even after he has passed on. I know many bad people who cannot keep in touch with their family in life
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