"That will do just fine, sir," he said respectfully. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Lysander Pappas, and I've come to Whitby out of curiosity." He snorted softly and said, "I suppose these places will have a newspaper for me to look through for employment. I don't suppose anyone is looking to hire a historian, but I'm not above working manual labor to feed myself." He chuckled. He was friendly, at least there was that. He thought of Darius as someone more genteel. He stood there poised with the satchel. He was poor but not destitute of course, he was the lower middle class blue-collar sort of fellow, salt of the earth. He was also not shy, it seemed.