"Well, I wouldn't say it's obvious," she gestured with an open hand. "But people who travel a lot have a lot of good tips, and knowledge about moving around, blending in, things like that." He also didn't bat an eye at the unusual appearance of the villagers, which would indicate he was fairly accustomed to dealing with other species.
She stuck close to his elbow as he weaved his way into the restaurant, and slid onto her chair with a sigh of relief. Turning her head, she noted that there were several smaller tables with tiny chairs, probably to accommodate the lion-like denizens of the village. Was it wrong to think it was cute?
Her attention snapped back to Jack as he mentioned making his own notes, and she perked up with interest. "Really? Did you bring those notes with you, perchance?" Would he show her these notes, or tell her about them? Was he a bard too?
Rialynn shifted to the side, dropping her pack to the ground and nudging it under the table so other customers wouldn't trip over it. Then she rustled around until she found her thick book. The last third was still clean with pages waiting to be filled with adventures and notes. The first third was slightly weathered, a few of the pages crinkled with dried moisture. "You're free to look through it. I don't have much written for this leg of the journey yet..."
Just a few notes on the people she was traveling with. Like 'Vincent Valentine - NOT A VAMPIRE :)' on the bottom of the previous page.
As for his question, she nodded. "I haven't been out there as long as most of the other bards, so I don't really have much of a reputation yet. But I've been involved in a few adventures."
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She stuck close to his elbow as he weaved his way into the restaurant, and slid onto her chair with a sigh of relief. Turning her head, she noted that there were several smaller tables with tiny chairs, probably to accommodate the lion-like denizens of the village. Was it wrong to think it was cute?
Her attention snapped back to Jack as he mentioned making his own notes, and she perked up with interest. "Really? Did you bring those notes with you, perchance?" Would he show her these notes, or tell her about them? Was he a bard too?
Rialynn shifted to the side, dropping her pack to the ground and nudging it under the table so other customers wouldn't trip over it. Then she rustled around until she found her thick book. The last third was still clean with pages waiting to be filled with adventures and notes. The first third was slightly weathered, a few of the pages crinkled with dried moisture. "You're free to look through it. I don't have much written for this leg of the journey yet..."
Just a few notes on the people she was traveling with. Like 'Vincent Valentine - NOT A VAMPIRE :)' on the bottom of the previous page.
As for his question, she nodded. "I haven't been out there as long as most of the other bards, so I don't really have much of a reputation yet. But I've been involved in a few adventures."