He peered over the woman casually, seemingly uninterested in whatever she was selling. "Two-Patch Whiskeyjack. If'n ye want'a know more, I suggest ye ask anyone else 'round here what I do." He gave her a terse smile. "However... I'll tell ya this! One time, I got meself inna' fight with this giant bird. Bugger pecked me eye out, then I punched it, aye? Took me eye back, shoved it back in, an' tha damn bird came back fer more. Took me eye a second time, ate it... so, I tossed a rock at the bastard, grabbed it as it fell, an ate it. Then, I found an eye patch, realized it didn't cover me whole eye, so I got another. Hence, Two-Patch. G'day." He winked and walked back towards the table Orry sat at. He put a hand on her shoulder.
"So tell me, Orry... ye' think about me job offer?" He smiled, settling a hand on her shoulder.
"So tell me, Orry... ye' think about me job offer?" He smiled, settling a hand on her shoulder.