[A wry chuckle because that is very broad, so having a starting point helps.]
Hmm...
[He thinks for a moment, recalling that time.]
Bit of a story to that. There was an old swordmaster in town. Stodgy fellow, kept to himself, and other kids would try and play pranks so he'd chase them off with his old sword in one hand and a half-emptied bottle of ale in another.
Not me, of course.
[Quickly added as if to try and paint himself as the good little boy who wouldn't do such things.]
But one day those kids took it too far. Stole his old pocket watch and hid it somewhere. He was might upset about it, but in a different way. Not just angry, but actually asking for help when he normally didn't. Now I was a wee lad, not knowing much and didn't know what was happening. But I remembered seeing them huddled around the muck pile, sniggering up to no good.
My dad was a stablehand so I was used to handling shovels. Dug it up, cleaned it, and fixed it.
[A small laugh at that.]
At the time I was already tinkering around anything with a broken gear or cog so I was mighty pleased with myself. Granted, I shouldn't have touched it to begin with because I could have made it worse, but my interest got the better of me.
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Hmm...
[He thinks for a moment, recalling that time.]
Bit of a story to that. There was an old swordmaster in town. Stodgy fellow, kept to himself, and other kids would try and play pranks so he'd chase them off with his old sword in one hand and a half-emptied bottle of ale in another.
Not me, of course.
[Quickly added as if to try and paint himself as the good little boy who wouldn't do such things.]
But one day those kids took it too far. Stole his old pocket watch and hid it somewhere. He was might upset about it, but in a different way. Not just angry, but actually asking for help when he normally didn't. Now I was a wee lad, not knowing much and didn't know what was happening. But I remembered seeing them huddled around the muck pile, sniggering up to no good.
My dad was a stablehand so I was used to handling shovels. Dug it up, cleaned it, and fixed it.
[A small laugh at that.]
At the time I was already tinkering around anything with a broken gear or cog so I was mighty pleased with myself. Granted, I shouldn't have touched it to begin with because I could have made it worse, but my interest got the better of me.
So, next day I returned it.