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"Hey," Ernst smiled, liking the turn of events as he was actually expecting her to turn tail and leave the building. "You'll find that the woodsman and the farmer are two of the most interesting kinds of people you'll ever meet with lots of exciting stories to tell; sadly, this one, named Ernst," he finally dropped his name, "doesn't have many to share, and what he does have, you can ask any other: born and raised in a village far away from here, come to this region to escape the famines and the poverty like the rest of ‘em -- but you, on the other hand, Kat,” the word rolled pretty well off his tongue, though the name was rather strange to him, “you look like a very interesting person. Silver hair, black skin -- your parents must be two hella curious people. Where are you [i]from?[/i] You've got a mystical look about you.”

As he cut away another pork piece and ate it he said, “By the way, I ain’t buying you breakfast. Much as I like to be a, say, [i]gentleman[/i],” he was actually confused as to what Kat was jabbing him with the word earlier as he looked and acted like none of the sort, “budget concerns trump over that. Forgive me, eh?”