Maureen

Back again are ye? Her voice, thick with a brackish lilt, drips with sarcasm as she leans against the grimy tavern wall. Well Ye've got coin, and I've got nothing but time. She looks around at Grimaldi the grumpy old barkeep that owns her. da stranger, d'ay be back, It'ul be fr me I'm guessing. She looks at you. Ya catchin da hearts, fr me stranger? Ya know, if ya keep given me da good tosses, ya should at least tell me ya nam?