02-12-2019, 05:44 AM
(This post was last modified: 05-06-2019, 02:50 AM by Buggy Girl.)
James' brown eyes looked black as wine bottles in the dark, giving him a sort of blissfully ignorant gaze, a boyish appearance with his thin frame and messy brunette hair. "As a matter of fact, I've got a wonderful Turbot, just five shilling and six pence. Or if that's too far from your price range, the halibut is a favorite amongst the townfolk. Eel, too, a rare commodity caught fresh this morning by yours truly.", he gestured to himself with a little chuckle, before finally allowing himself to take in Arthur's appearance, his accent, his scent. It was foreign from the region's here, and a suddenly interested gleam in his eye betrayed his curiosity. "But what's a man like you doing at a tiny fish cart after sundown? You're a traveller, aye? 'Cannae say it wasn't obvious. You ought to be resting in an inn somewhere, if you'll pardon me sir, an' not catching a chill out here in foreign country.", he said pointedly, though he didn't seem to be too terribly interesting in running Arthur off. "Right. What's the name then? Call me James - or Morgen if ya prefer, either serves fine.", he stuck his hand out for Arthur to shake, grinning. "I like travellers, you lot usually got a trove of stories to tell. So I'll tell ya what. If you're interested, here's a bargain; You tell me a few stories from the seas, and I'll whip you up the best damned Turbot roast you've ever had. Homemade, too, can't beat that! What'll it be then?", he eyed the newcomer excitedly, his enthusiasm simply too radiant to quell. Bright as the stars above, it was always obvious that James wasn't ordinary by any means, even to strangers. It was simply his nature as a Selkie; they were a hedonistic race, and he'd be more than glad to offer this weary traveller a hot meal in exchange for a few simple stories.