"Pleased I am to meet you, Tess," she replies, shakin' my hand. There's no real whisper 'a power there, though without my charms I can't tell for sure. "You can call me Polly. An apothecary's assistant? A good line of work. A trader I am, and also leader of a new church. A cold day, is it not?"
I nod. She speaks quickly and easily, and I suppose she must be good with words to lead her church. "It is," I tell her, "though my employer ain't exactly a mentor sort 'a man." I doubt anyone's told her 'a Bluebeard, but bein' as he dunt do much in the shop I dunt really need t'warn her.
"What d'you trade?" I ask her. "There ain't many churchs as produce their own goods."
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Date: 2010-11-10 01:14 pm (UTC)I nod. She speaks quickly and easily, and I suppose she must be good with words to lead her church. "It is," I tell her, "though my employer ain't exactly a mentor sort 'a man." I doubt anyone's told her 'a Bluebeard, but bein' as he dunt do much in the shop I dunt really need t'warn her.
"What d'you trade?" I ask her. "There ain't many churchs as produce their own goods."