[It probably says something about how weird the rest of this place is that George saw the suit of armor in the kitchen and just...accepted it. Not that much stranger than how Jorah is dressed overall and not the sort of conversation George would ever seek intentionally. What a man wears is between him and his skin.
Jorah moves almost as bad as old Crooks. Shame he doesn't have any liniment to offer. Might do his knees some good.]
I reckon so.
[He's more eased at the lack of rise to the topic. It goes further to settle in his mind he's not dealing with a guy with a chip on his shoulder or something to prove.
He pulls his bedroll closer to dig in it for a can of beans. Pulling it free, he sets it in close to the fire, almost close enough to touch the flame. Whatever label may have been there once has been peeled off. The can is plain tin.]
Kinda hard to keep track. Maybe a couple a' weeks or so. Mostly just kept on the move. Hard to find a place worth stayin' in longer than a day or two.
No worries!
Jorah moves almost as bad as old Crooks. Shame he doesn't have any liniment to offer. Might do his knees some good.]
I reckon so.
[He's more eased at the lack of rise to the topic. It goes further to settle in his mind he's not dealing with a guy with a chip on his shoulder or something to prove.
He pulls his bedroll closer to dig in it for a can of beans. Pulling it free, he sets it in close to the fire, almost close enough to touch the flame. Whatever label may have been there once has been peeled off. The can is plain tin.]
Kinda hard to keep track. Maybe a couple a' weeks or so. Mostly just kept on the move. Hard to find a place worth stayin' in longer than a day or two.
You?