Maddie clapped when he completed his tale and took a moment to examine the large weathered hand. 'that definitely lived up to its expectations' she laughed, a small hand playing with the necklace at her throat. The gent seemed no worse for wear but it seemed impolite to ask if he had lost other parts to maurading animals, but her eyes did scan his long lean form.

'so where will the wind take you next?' she asked her eyes bright with the excitement and possibility that the answer might hold. How she would have loved to have lived a life like that. 'what adventure holds more interest than polite dinners with polite people', she tried not to make the word polite sound like an insult but somehow even as she said it it seemed like a grave offense to be considered polite

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