Hark simply smiled at the young lady’s response. The look in his eyes betrayed his smile; there was a certain sadness beneath it all. Hark turned away and started walking towards the sacks of potatoes he’d left in the dirt and stated while waving, [u]“By your leave, miss.”[/u]

Hark picked up the sacks of potatoes and looked back for a moment, [i]I think I’ll go the long way around.[/i] Hark thought as he made his way out of the area. [i]I could use a drink[/i] Hark thought. He would definitely be visiting the tavern tonight.