it's not your fault that you're always wrong
There was something darkly amused about this stranger's whole schtick, and Jack wasn't sure that he appreciated getting too close to it. Whatever happened, though, he was at the very least appreciative of the drink - and of the lovely images that went dancing through the Launceleyn's mind. "Glad to see that the place has made a good impression," he muttered, already continuing to walk as if to head back down the volcano. Free rum and a quick chat did not keep his attention for long.
"Mm, it's a volcano. Hasn't blown for a while, but you never know. Ain't sure you'll find many herbs up here. What gave you the impression there'd be anythin' other'n dirt and scrubland?" he asked.
"Mm, it's a volcano. Hasn't blown for a while, but you never know. Ain't sure you'll find many herbs up here. What gave you the impression there'd be anythin' other'n dirt and scrubland?" he asked.
