[Somehow their end goal is the same: More Booze. Which means Cam didn’t really need to pretend to be a judge at all and could have just asked but critical thinking is not high on Cam Buckland’s skill list. Cam blinks,] I didn’t know they had halflings here.
[Wait. If he’s a judge shouldn’t he be from this city, then should he know what a halfling is? There were plenty back home, but as far as El Nysa goes. But this person is probably one of the new refugee though?? So maybe she won’t catch his slip up.]
My mistake! Young… [Actually he’s not sure on the age or gender. He’d look at her harder but he’s also busy trying not to be outed as a sham so he clears his throat, letting that sentence end as awkwardly as it began.] Anyway.
[He holds out a hand, eyeing the glass of booze once again,] May I?
no subject
[Wait. If he’s a judge shouldn’t he be from this city, then should he know what a halfling is? There were plenty back home, but as far as El Nysa goes. But this person is probably one of the new refugee though?? So maybe she won’t catch his slip up.]
My mistake! Young… [Actually he’s not sure on the age or gender. He’d look at her harder but he’s also busy trying not to be outed as a sham so he clears his throat, letting that sentence end as awkwardly as it began.] Anyway.
[He holds out a hand, eyeing the glass of booze once again,] May I?