You get to the point.
"Kemvar, I was wondering... have you seen Paul lately?"
You roll your eyes. "He's not a pirate..."
"Course he is. Dresses shabbily, barely ever shaves, handy with a lock, wears a scarf around his neck and a carries a rapier... Pirate!"
'Yeah right,' you mutter. "Anyway, have you seen him lately?"
"Nosiree, not in half a moon."
"Ok, thanks Kemvar. That was all I needed to know. It's just that his ship sailed in to the harbour at Kershaw river during the week, and Hailyn, Ciana and I haven't heard head or tails of him yet. We were supposed to meet today for a picnic. But the only thing we met was a broken rope. Almost fell to my death in the creek, so Ciana thinks."
"Ah, that young lass... girls will be girls, I say. It's only in her nature to care about your wellbeing, I would think. You should never take that kind of care for granted, lad. You never know when you'll be in the direst need of a friend."
"Thank you," you reply, and sincerely so. "You always have the best advice."