Even without my left hand, I have a feeling I'll improve if this person teaches me. This is purely intuition, but I won't know until I actually try.
I walked along the edge of the vacant lot and approached Bob Brunning. He had already noticed me coming and turned his face toward me. He looked me up and down with narrowed eyes.
"What's up, kid? Need something?"
That picture-perfect gruff tone! I almost teared up.
"I'm sorry for the sudden visit. My name is Robin Murray. Would you please teach me swordsmanship?"
"Sword? Me teaching a kid like you?"
"Yes, me."
"Hmph. I don't mind teaching you, but I'm not doing it for free."
"Yes, I understand. However, I can't pay too much…"
"How much can you pay?"
"Umm… actually, I don't receive a regular allowance. I just get money when I need it, so I can't give a clear answer… but, for example, I think I could manage one silver coin per lesson."
