Small lady's small talk

Eventually Nettle returned free of as much sand as possible, though in situations like this it'd be weeks before it was all gone no matter how many baths she took.

She made her way back over to Jack, the others were all in little groups cooking dinner, taking care of the pack animals, and some were practicing their acts. The guards were off having a drink and doing whatever it is that strong brave men like them do around a campfire, but clearly Jack wasn't that type and she didn't like seeing him setting alone.

"Whatcha playin' there, huh?" she asked. Taking a seat. "I don't reckon I've heard many with your accent." Nettle commented. "Far from home I takes it? What brought you so far east?" she questioned him trying to make conversation.

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