Francis was right about one thing - losing everything would not work out for Edmund.  What all did he even have?  Already, his list of possessions was so lacking.

He watched the other two coins he had given Francis be passed over, considering his words.  Talk?  What would he talk about?  What did that wink mean?

Edmund felt so out of his element.

"Talk..?  I - well, what do you want to hear about?  I'm not very... wordy."  Edmund rushed to finish his glass when the bartender brought around another for them, and very quickly regretted it.  He'd go slower on this next one then...