Ossulf

"Take care you don't overheat, Miss Taite. The sun's mighty strong out here."

"Don't worry about me, Mister Ossulf."

"Hmm."

"I've got some strawberries from the garden. You want some?"

"Never had strawberries before. No, no, don't get up, I'll fit myself right here on the corner of the porch."

"You've never had strawberries! How is that possible? Here, take one right now. I insist."

"You mean to tell me that none of these strapping young bucks around Bree have caught your eye?"

"Nay."

"Come now, miss. You're young. It's the height of summer. All the lads and lasses are eyeing each other."

"...there was one that I thought fancied me, but he...left."

"Left? Where'd he take himself off to?"

"I don't know."

"Ah. That's a hard blow. I'm sorry for that."

"What happened to your leg?"

"...I broke it."

"You broke it, or someone else broke it for you?"

"That's an odd question."

"Perhaps, but what's the answer?"

"...neither, I guess. It was an accident."

"Broken legs aren't too hard to set. Didn't anyone take proper care of it?"

"Do you want me to change your bed linens while I'm in here?"

"No."