He clears his throat and puts the pitchfork to the side, buttoning up his
shirt, putting the suspenders back up over his shoulder. Somewhere - ah,
there, on a peg is where he left his jacket. He even has a hat, which he
puts on before he steps forward.
He doesn't really enjoy taking orders, but he enjoys making a living. He
steps forward, wipes his hands on his dark trousers and nods at the
stranger.
Interesting. A shifter, he's sure - he saw one in town once, but never
talked to one. Not so many of them around these parts. "Apologies, ma'am. I
wasn't aware we were expecting company."
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He clears his throat and puts the pitchfork to the side, buttoning up his shirt, putting the suspenders back up over his shoulder. Somewhere - ah, there, on a peg is where he left his jacket. He even has a hat, which he puts on before he steps forward.
He doesn't really enjoy taking orders, but he enjoys making a living. He steps forward, wipes his hands on his dark trousers and nods at the stranger.
Interesting. A shifter, he's sure - he saw one in town once, but never talked to one. Not so many of them around these parts. "Apologies, ma'am. I wasn't aware we were expecting company."