“slurred words”
His elbows propped up on the counter, Leonardo stared off to nowhere in particular. He then proceded to grumble incoherently before speaking p again.
"Th’ bard! Ye, kid who nily got ambush’d by ‘m bannits. Seems to really treasure tha’ flu’ of ‘is, but he’s a bardy lard, so tha’s kinna obvyus."
“‘S good nuttin’ happened t’im.”














