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Nodding at Milo's words, Saiden rubbed his jaw. He frowned when he felt the bristles and stubble there. "Ye know a lot about fishes?" The frowned turned into a grin at the mention of them.
Laughing at his fellow smuggler's description, the cook smirked at the other man. "I'll take that as a compliment. But ye do meet strange men in tunnels, then?" The Hali waggled his eyebrows.
Following Milo down the left tunnel, Saiden picked up the pace so they were walking side by side again. "Sounds nice. I'll have to pay them a visit sometime." He glanced over at the younger man. "Are ye close with yer family? How many siblings have ye got? And why get involved with smugglin' when ye've got a nice job as a fisherman waitin' for ye? Especially when ye like fishies so much."
Scratching his belly, he smiled. "I cook, mostly. Maybe yer family can supply my shop." With that he shrugged. "Explore when I've got the time for it."
Laughing at his fellow smuggler's description, the cook smirked at the other man. "I'll take that as a compliment. But ye do meet strange men in tunnels, then?" The Hali waggled his eyebrows.
Following Milo down the left tunnel, Saiden picked up the pace so they were walking side by side again. "Sounds nice. I'll have to pay them a visit sometime." He glanced over at the younger man. "Are ye close with yer family? How many siblings have ye got? And why get involved with smugglin' when ye've got a nice job as a fisherman waitin' for ye? Especially when ye like fishies so much."
Scratching his belly, he smiled. "I cook, mostly. Maybe yer family can supply my shop." With that he shrugged. "Explore when I've got the time for it."
