Berrin snorted in reply [color=a2d39c]"Right..."[/color] from beneath his hat the farmer rolled his eyes, if he'd ever heard a load of bull crap this would be it. 

Once more he turned this time a coy smile upon his freckled face [color=a2d39c]"Ain't ya'll that sure if'n it has more ta do with you?"[/color] he chuckled slightly, the implication of his words not so subtle as he gave the blacksmith a once-over yet before she could even protest their conversation was interrupted, as the aforementioned mercenary himself came into view from up the street winding his way up the byway with his hood pulled over his face. His boots clacked against the stone and a puff of smoke drifted from neath his hood where a pipe loosely hung, once the mercenary stopped by the wagon with a free hand he pulled off his hood looking between the two, bringing up the hand resting on the pommel of his sword to take the pipe from his mouth [color=808080]"So, you two done with the introductions?"[/color] his voice was deep and gruff much like his appearance.