“Done told you already boy, there hain’t been nothin’ a’tall odd ‘round here a’late... ‘ceptin’ ‘f’course fer the two o’ you!”

Beidon managed a sickly grin even while groaning inwardly - this was going about as well as he’d anticipated.

The grizzled old Pothandler of a foreman sucked his teeth and glared down the broad plane of his stone-slab nose at Beidon. The nose, the crags, and the pencil-thin eyebrows closely resembled Gordun’s, though unlike his countryman’s the fore. . .

“Done told you already boy, there hain’t been nothin’ a’tall odd ‘round here a’late... ‘ceptin’ ‘f’course fer the two o’ you!”

Beidon managed a sickly grin even while groaning inwardly - this was going about as well as he’d anticipated.

The grizzled old Pothandler of a foreman sucked his teeth and glared down the broad plane of his stone-slab nose at Beidon. The nose, the crags, and the pencil-thin eyebrows closely resembled Gordun’s, though unlike his countryman’s the fore. . .