Darby enthusiastically rubs his drenched clothes against his skin, using his body as a makeshift washboard. He nods at Heulens hand, acknowledging that an attempt was made but making no move to grasp it.
"Ooh, refreshing. My name is Darbison Jackson Esquire, by the by. I swear I don't typically meet people this way. Normally I'd suggest the tavern for food but I take it you're all ... 'Local color', so lets go hunting. Couldn't hurt."
"Ooh, refreshing. My name is Darbison Jackson Esquire, by the by. I swear I don't typically meet people this way. Normally I'd suggest the tavern for food but I take it you're all ... 'Local color', so lets go hunting. Couldn't hurt."