"Canning them?" Whoops, does Degas sound aghast for a moment? Well, he is, but as he smoothes down the front of his vest and any stray disgust in his tone. "Not that I know of no, but a fine suggestion none the less. I'll be sure to bring it up at Temple on Sunday."

There's a quiet chuckle at the suggestion, not because it was a silly one. No, far from it, but it brings up fond memories. "Yes, those...Brutoks, I believe. Ms. Leeds is far more an expert than I, but believe it or not nigh on five years ago this was quite the bustling little town. It could very well be again, especially with you newcomers arriving on our shores."

He pauses, fingers steepling together. "The Mayor would be glad to hear any business venture you would put forth, I think. If you've the inclination. But I am getting ahead of myself. Degas Clayton, at your service."