"Ah, but he was a good lad when he was younger." The old man paused and tugged on his beard. "He was also very withdrawn never really socialized. Quiet, that one be." He chuckled "But what 'ore can ye' expect, being raised by the priest an all. I'll just be surprised that poor boy is even sane."
"Raised by the priesthood, you say." The younger man leaned forward from his seat across the table. "Who are his parents?"
"Aye, the priest took him in when he was but a wee lad. Ah, I remember those days, he was all short and skinny." He chuckled again recalling old memories, much to the un-interest oh his companion. "No one really knows who his parents are. His mother abounded him to the priests when he was a babe."
"What of his mother?"
"That I wouldn't be knowing. Though it's rumored she was lovely with hair as fair as her son's. But don' be trouble'n yourself about it. The only one who would know would be the clerics themselves. And there an't no point in askin' them, the will swear ignorance." The elder of the two men waived his fingers, gesturing to the waitress. She came over and filled his glass with some rum from a glass pitcher. "Thank ye' sweetheart. What would an old man like me do without such a wonderful woman like you?" Reaching out he wrapped his arm around her waist.
"Roger!" She giggled and batted playfully at his arms, attempting to get loose. "Stop that, before I take your drink away. Your making me feel guilty for allowing you so much to drink."
"Oui! Don't think such things madam! If I didn't get this rum from ye' I'd surely get it elsewhere!" She placed her hands on her hips, glaring down at him.
"And will ye' stop all this gossip about you being 'an old sack of bones'. You ain't old, just lazy and to stubborn to admit you can't get a job."
"We'll I can't say your wrong there, my dear lady. May the Lady bless you."
She laughed again kissed his cheek before hurrying off to the kitchen.
"Ah, she's a sweet one, that there." Roger grinned and leaned back in the booth.
"I can see." The other man across the table said in a rather annoyed voice, not the least bit amused. He sighed and began standing up. "Well thank you for your time sir."
"Aye, and you! Feel free to look me up if you wish, I'm here often"
"We'll see." He replied, almost hesitantly "May the Lady bless you"
"And may the Lord show mercy" With that the younger of the two left.