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[ When the recording begins, the only thing viewers will see is a flash of red hair (with perhaps a bit of grey), and the only thing heard will be - well, not English. He's obviously cursing quietly to himself, though hard to say if anyone will be able to recognize it as Gaelic.

Finally, his face will appear - handsome, high cheekbones, blue eyes, slanted a bit almost like a cat's, and a couple days' worth of stubble on his jaw. He's dressed old-fashioned, and when he speaks again it's English this time - but English heavily accented, to the extent that those unfamiliar with Scots might find it difficult to understand him at first. ]

Och, is this it then? I'd not like to be talkin' to myself, but I was told this is how to find work.

[ A pause. He taps the screen for good measure, then shrugs. ]

My name is Alexander Malcolm, lately of Edinburgh. There, I was a printer, but I've also experience as a soldier, and in animal husbandry. Though I dinna ken if anyone has any stables here worth the name.

[ He waves that off. ]

I'll work to earn my keep, and happy to do so. [ Here he pauses, and rubs his jaw a bit. ] And if anyone kens where to find shaving implements, I would be much obliged. I thank ye, for your time.

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[ seconding jesse, you need subtitles, my bro. this is actually something that might be relevant to the interests of some people andyr knows, though, so here we go. ]

You could go walking around R2 until you find someone with horses. [ as the entire region is farmland, but more specifically - ] Ronan Lynch runs a farm, but it's mostly cows right now. And he never answers his TAB so good luck trying to ask him about a job.

[ though, it does kind of suck that ronan's the only one who really knows how to manage the livestock. not like paying someone to do it would be hard for him, given ronan can just dream up anything they need. ]

I'd rather meet in person, in any event.

[ Jamie is just more comfortable with that. ]

So, it seems all I need to do is find this Master Lynch, on his croft, and ask if he is lookin' to hire help. If he doesna yet have any horses, I can assist with purchases; I've done so before.

That'd probably be the better idea. St. Monmouth's hard to miss, just make sure you knock loud.

[ And there's probably a handwaved address typed over to him here, because there isn't an IC one, other than Kauto R2, Farmhouse 13. ]

Ronan. You call him 'Master Lynch' and he'll probably turn you away on principle. [ Or just laugh. A lot. He's trying to help you here, dude. And he'll just... leave out there part where Ronan doesn't need to actually purchase anything. If he decides to take this guy up, Ronan can explain that on his own. Or not. Andyr thinks maybe he'd prefer it's always not, forever worried about running into someone who gets the bright idea to take advantage of it. ]

A grave insult, is it?

[ Maybe in Ronan's culture it is - it's not as though Jamie knows. He shrugs - he'll go along with it, keep his head down. ]

I thank ye. May I ask your name, so I can let him know who sent me?

Something like that.

[ more so, it's deeply lame and ronan's coolness would be mortified. jamie may also need to brace for an 18 year old being his boss. ]

Andyr. I live here too. [ and he does fuck all to tend for to the farm. aside from attempting to ride the cows now and again. ]

[ Jamie's had some experience pretending to be respectful and servile towards spoiled teenagers, actually, so that's not such a hardship. He'll probably spend more time with the horses than with people, anyway. ]

A pleasure to meet ye, Andyr.

[ six months here and it's still very weird for andyr to hear people tell him that, some shifting before he answers. ]

Yeah. Same to you. [ a beat ] Good luck with the horse thing.