The man, or probably knight, sighed as he looked over at the innkeeper, who got addressed by the armoured guy as soon as he could.
“Sirtaron, are any of your waiters or waitresses in this early?”
“It isn’t so early for that yet,” the innkeeper said, his head turned to face the armoured guy, “Bethia’s not on duty yet, though here, but the guy who brags about his’ four-time’s great grandfather being from some place in Daminton is.”
“God, do you not understand I was asking for you to call them out, Sirtaron?” the knight let out hugely exasperated sigh, crossing his arms.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m talking to someone though... Oh whatever, Symonnet! Come out here!” the innkeeper called back out, adding on: “Oh, also, knight, just call me Joshua, right?” after a little pause.
“Sooo... you were saying, Mister Josh?” I asked, lightly, but repeatedly, poking his arm.
“Oh yeah. You see, one of the waitresses here is called Bethia Orsetsfun and she mentioned having a daughter, though lately she hasn’t seen her because of ‘maid-work’, as she says.”
“Oh yeah! I forgot she worked here!” I smiled, bouncing a little. He nodded, before walking off, probably to find the waiter he called up.
I, forgetting my task, walked up to the two orange-haired and red-eyed guys. The knight was really tall, had a really stern face and had hair that went down half of his back, which is looong. The boy, I thought before realising his height, was pouting like I think I used to, his hair was curly and reached his shoulders; he was wearing a form of armour, red dyed leather from the looks of it, and a red-and-orange flower circlet around the base of his hair.
“Sirtaron, are any of your waiters or waitresses in this early?”
“It isn’t so early for that yet,” the innkeeper said, his head turned to face the armoured guy, “Bethia’s not on duty yet, though here, but the guy who brags about his’ four-time’s great grandfather being from some place in Daminton is.”
“God, do you not understand I was asking for you to call them out, Sirtaron?” the knight let out hugely exasperated sigh, crossing his arms.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m talking to someone though... Oh whatever, Symonnet! Come out here!” the innkeeper called back out, adding on: “Oh, also, knight, just call me Joshua, right?” after a little pause.
“Sooo... you were saying, Mister Josh?” I asked, lightly, but repeatedly, poking his arm.
“Oh yeah. You see, one of the waitresses here is called Bethia Orsetsfun and she mentioned having a daughter, though lately she hasn’t seen her because of ‘maid-work’, as she says.”
“Oh yeah! I forgot she worked here!” I smiled, bouncing a little. He nodded, before walking off, probably to find the waiter he called up.
I, forgetting my task, walked up to the two orange-haired and red-eyed guys. The knight was really tall, had a really stern face and had hair that went down half of his back, which is looong. The boy, I thought before realising his height, was pouting like I think I used to, his hair was curly and reached his shoulders; he was wearing a form of armour, red dyed leather from the looks of it, and a red-and-orange flower circlet around the base of his hair.