The accent had done it's duty. There was little doubt in Kiplin's mind that the other was tasting the accent and running through the lineage bits...he was finely dressed enough for that sort of thing to have been drilled in. That's what boys needed to learn more than anything in proper families anyway. Yet there was no immediate outburst to mock him. Civil creature, this one, despite the momentary lapse in reaction. "And ya, not from th' sev'th for sure. Too much fin'ry for that, I suspect." He noted with an eye used to appraising fabric from a distance, withdrawing his hand from the brief, but properly firm shake. The other's garments were the sort of thing that would fetch the house thieves a day or two off if gathered in plenty, and absently, he wondered if this O'Shea came from the clan his people had raided on occasion. It seemed an unlikely coincidence, but the places he'd lived...it was always possible.
Monday, March 31, 2008
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