Jun begins tapping a steady beat on the floor of the carriage with his left boot.
*tap tap tap tap*
"True, true. No man should give up hope till his last breath..." he comments. Then, he launches into a seemingly unrelated story... "My father was a rake. He went from woman to woman. That's how I grew up. A new mother, every month, I suppose. Most of them were honest, hard working women, if you catch my meaning. Not to demean them, not at all-but, they did have certain reputations, my father tended to be attracted to. Still, they were usually kind to me, cast off son of none that I am. Maybe they saw something in me worth loving, something I've been looking for ever since. Might explain alot about how my life turned out. Heh.
Anyway, I'd say they taught me things. Useful things. How to pick a pocket. How to sew a wound. How to make a smoke last, really last. How to shave a bit of silver off your coin for the lean times. Lots of small things. I remember one, her name was June Carol Mingzhu...she was kind to everyone. A real classy lady. If you ever happen to find yourself in the town of Dregs, tell her Little Jun said hi. Jun and June! I can remember we used to laugh about that. It's a funny world. She taught me how to play the piano, and gave me an appreciation of music...and, time. She said 'Jun, time is our most important gift, don't waste it'. I took it to heart, maybe a bit too much.
And, she once showed me this thing, she called it a 'Metronome'-it helped her play, though she said she didn't really need it anymore.. Do you know what a 'Metronome' is, Warden?" He asks, cocking an eyebrow.
*tap tap tap tap*