I apparently do not have the skills needed to make it in this town, yet here I am stuck. I can keep your bed warm, or maybe eat your leftovers. I am good at keeping cats company, not so much dogs. They remind me of lean years if you know what I mean. Anyone buy a poor retch an ale?
"Keep wishing… you do not know how to find a job and yet believe you can fraternize with me?" She rolls her eyes while taking a sip from her ale then out of curiosity she asks, "What is your profession?"
"I am a fisher by trade, and do the work when available. I earn my keep here and am learning to cook by the skill of the patron. Doesn't pay well and most of it is spent on food and lodging here. It's a vicious circle of make and pay. As for the honesty in deed and speak, a man must do what a man must do. Just because one man believes it to be truth or right, does not make it so." **Buys the room a round** "Cheers"