[Gannicus takes the measure of the man; small, yes, but small men can be quick as lightning and the way he holds his body does not suggest a man who is not well-trained with the use of the sword. The cigarette smells terrible, cheap and familiar, and it actually makes Gannicus relax a little, his shoulders rolling back. A man who willingly smokes that shit either is low class or doesn't give a shit, and either way, it works in his favor.
The what sounds like a goose honking. Gannicus decides that is what he'll call this man in his head. Goose. Small, loud, potentially violent.]
Have you trouble with hearing?
Flint. I was told a man named Flint could assist in earning coin.
[He speaks formally, his speech old fashioned and definitely out of date. His last master cultivated that manner of speech in his slaves, insisting they use an archaic form of language, and he's still in the habit.]
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The what sounds like a goose honking. Gannicus decides that is what he'll call this man in his head. Goose. Small, loud, potentially violent.]
Have you trouble with hearing?
Flint. I was told a man named Flint could assist in earning coin.
[He speaks formally, his speech old fashioned and definitely out of date. His last master cultivated that manner of speech in his slaves, insisting they use an archaic form of language, and he's still in the habit.]