Absolon-7 wrote:"Now before I say anything else, I would like each of you boldly say one thing about yourself that you're the proudest of." A large grin filling his bearded face and a twinkle out of his remaining eye.
Harald took a moment or himself. They had been walking a good distance. He wasn't tired, but he was short of breath. While Simion was giving the one-eyed man his answer, Harald was busy stuffing tobacco into his pipe to smoke it. He believed it to be a good antidote to his shortness of breath. He would be able to breathe properly, and he felt a little bit better. They were in the open in a digging operation, with many miners here and there smoking the same pipes Harald has, and so he figured the Lord Byron wouldn't really mind if he took a puff or two.
"Harald of Stoutshield, m'lord. I've experience workin' in mines. I'll be useful to 'ya." He planted his humongous shield on the ground with its stakes to relieve his back, and stared at the lord dead in his one good eye. He had to appear tough, but respectful, to a proper superior.