All he could do was nod grimly and sip at his own cider, waiting for the shaking to subside.
A conversation was a good distraction, even if he was usually terrible at them. He tried, though, nodding in recognition of her name. "Ooooh. Got it." Tal knew of the Limores, of course. Seawright's Sundries had traded often enough with the her father over the years for pelts and other things. And speaking of which... "Uh. Talyson Seawright," he offered back a few seconds later than was entirely smooth. "But just Tal is fine. My sisters run the store now, not me."
He looked down at his supplies and took a deep breath, beginning to slide the wooden slats into the grooves cut for the purpose.
A conversation was a good distraction, even if he was usually terrible at them. He tried, though, nodding in recognition of her name. "Ooooh. Got it." Tal knew of the Limores, of course. Seawright's Sundries had traded often enough with the her father over the years for pelts and other things. And speaking of which... "Uh. Talyson Seawright," he offered back a few seconds later than was entirely smooth. "But just Tal is fine. My sisters run the store now, not me."
He looked down at his supplies and took a deep breath, beginning to slide the wooden slats into the grooves cut for the purpose.
