"It is, though my employer ain't exactly a mentor sort 'a man."
She has no affection for her master, I see.
"A shame, that is," I say, "though I suppose then you teach yourself. There are worse things." I smile and eat a forkful of pie. "This is good," I say.
"What d'you trade? There ain't many churchs as produce their own goods."
"Ah," I say, "that is not as true as you might think. Many churches I have seen are quite self-sufficient. And does not your own abbey have a loom and a brewery? So I hear." I smile. "My church is small at this moment, and so too is our trade. But we have an orchard, which I hope will serve us well. For now I barter goods we brought with us to buy the essentials we need." I take a swallow of cider. "You are from here, I think," I say, "by your voice and dress. Does it suit you, then, the town?"
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She has no affection for her master, I see.
"A shame, that is," I say, "though I suppose then you teach yourself. There are worse things." I smile and eat a forkful of pie. "This is good," I say.
"What d'you trade? There ain't many churchs as produce their own goods."
"Ah," I say, "that is not as true as you might think. Many churches I have seen are quite self-sufficient. And does not your own abbey have a loom and a brewery? So I hear." I smile. "My church is small at this moment, and so too is our trade. But we have an orchard, which I hope will serve us well. For now I barter goods we brought with us to buy the essentials we need." I take a swallow of cider. "You are from here, I think," I say, "by your voice and dress. Does it suit you, then, the town?"