Gerry takes a look at this person and listens to him spout off his entire long, fancy name and responds first and foremost by raising an eyebrow.

A rich boy. What the hell, Cerrit.

Alright, alright. Benefit of the doubt. "S'right. Gerard Keay. I'm interested in taking on an apprentice or two. It's slow work, and I also gotta work the printing press, so a few extra hands would be appreciated. You got any kind of experience? It's alright if not."