"Ah, well, if'n you want I can always wipe it down. Didn't think nothin' of it, apologies, miss." James didn't seem too terribly bothered by his apparent rudeness, if only because she took a seat anyway. Besides, his boots weren't muddy, just their normal amounts of dusty.
He lifted his own glass in return to her salute before taking a lazy sip and setting it down. "I'm James, pleasure to make your acquaintance, ma'am. And if'n you don't mind, I'll get your next drink to make up for my boots bein' in your seat. Or I can even get one of them waiters to bring me an extra glass and I'll share this here brandy." James reached over gently flick the bottle in question with a finger to set the glass softly ringing.
"It's good. Nabbed that from one of the venders out there, brought it in here with me to supplement my cider and beer." He grinned and added, "That and the chairs here in the tent are a bit comfier than the ones outside." After a moment of lazily eyeing the apparently young woman who sat in front of him he decided that she wasn't as much of a spring chicken as he wagered. "So you from 'round these parts or from yonder? I'm sure you can make a decent enough guess as to where I'm from originally, but I've been here a while. I can even talk the part if I have half a mind to."
Nice and fuzzy minded from an unknown amount of beverages deep was not really the time to show off his ability to blend in with a very bland rendition of what he regarded as the extreme yankee accent of the locals. That and they'd grown more or less used to him being around and the local families had learned long ago not to bother asking tricky questions or otherwise think too hard about it.
He lifted his own glass in return to her salute before taking a lazy sip and setting it down. "I'm James, pleasure to make your acquaintance, ma'am. And if'n you don't mind, I'll get your next drink to make up for my boots bein' in your seat. Or I can even get one of them waiters to bring me an extra glass and I'll share this here brandy." James reached over gently flick the bottle in question with a finger to set the glass softly ringing.
"It's good. Nabbed that from one of the venders out there, brought it in here with me to supplement my cider and beer." He grinned and added, "That and the chairs here in the tent are a bit comfier than the ones outside." After a moment of lazily eyeing the apparently young woman who sat in front of him he decided that she wasn't as much of a spring chicken as he wagered. "So you from 'round these parts or from yonder? I'm sure you can make a decent enough guess as to where I'm from originally, but I've been here a while. I can even talk the part if I have half a mind to."
Nice and fuzzy minded from an unknown amount of beverages deep was not really the time to show off his ability to blend in with a very bland rendition of what he regarded as the extreme yankee accent of the locals. That and they'd grown more or less used to him being around and the local families had learned long ago not to bother asking tricky questions or otherwise think too hard about it.
