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“What do you want? I clearly am busy.” The sass and bitterness in his voice were very evident as he spoke to his father, not holding back in the slightest since he had no patience for the man.

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The man currently collected his earnings from the traps he had laid out to catch wild hares in for food to bring back and possibly sell rabbit’s feet as he has learned that is something people consider filled with luck. But he skinned the animal there before placing them separately in the according spots in his bag as he then rose to head to his other locations.

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The man hadn’t the slightest idea how to react to such news. It was a tragic story that he found worse than his own child hood and how he came to be in this world. Instead she was pushed away from her own family for a choice she chose to make as a girl. He did not wish to imply anything, but he did want to offer her some form of comfort for his burly arm came around her, holding her awkwardly as in some way he tried. Women were always a soft spot for the native, as it was seen through the Homestead folks, and this woman was no different despite being a mercenary. But he remained silent as he wished to not disrupt her moment of how she vented something very personal to him as she knew him only for a short time. But the hug did not last long as his brown hues under his hood landed right back at her, his features stone cold as before. But if you truly could see past the mask, he was concerned and worried even. "I am sorry to hear that... No one should have endured that."

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Connor didn’t know how to react to the person before him. She was very strong, he could tell that much, intelligent, perceptive. It made him rather curious though as to who approached him in the Homestead woods as he now stood tall, tense as if ready for a fight to happen at any moment. “I am one to some... But who wishes to know?”

Considering his past and his occupation, there was not a chance he was going to give his name freely if the other truly did not know. It was odd though, he was a man well known in these parts though this woman did not look like she came from the colonies. Europe perhaps? Her clothes though, they seemed... Outdated, if that was the correct word.