The man hid his disappointment as he clicked his tongue and gently tugged the reign. The horse slowed to a gentle trot. "Suit yourself, sir." Secretly he was very pleased at the promise of more money.

"Well then, how long have you been in Whitby? Or is this just temporary?" He mused as now the man would put up with his chatting. Certainly, the man didn't have to speak but he'd still ask questions and chatter. The only other person he had in the city to talk to was Conner.