Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27062997-20151218162344/@comment-11163511-20151221141138

"Bane O'Rouge Is me name. nice ter meet yer, lassie." Bane spreaded his fingers in a shaky wave.

"Pure well den, oi canny judge a lass so oi 'ill in me brown quesshun it." Bane shrugged like he just didn't care. Seeing how she was eyeing at the knife that held up his man bun, he added: "An' aye, waaat you're lookin' at is a rayle, fully functional penknife. i'll admit dis isn't de most practical way ter shenanagans de tin' but personally 'tis de most convienient, after al' puttin' it in me davy crockett an' it 'ill jist poke roi oyt." He grinned sheepishly. "Anywhos, why keep yer waitin'? everything's set ter go, mind yer cum over for a trate. an' if 'tis poison you're worried aboyt, oi can reassure yer, dare is none." He scurried back to push out the other seat as to make it easier for Mac to come in then poured out the hot tea into her cup as well as broking out a bit from the scones. "Take a sate, if yer may."