"...Tha's a big bird."

He has to eat and get his sugars in and then set up shop, so a bit.

"Then I'll ask for two gold coin for it, or, erm, crowns."

“Well usually in ore-based currencies but our mutual friend has acquainted me with yer demonic economy.

So at this point I'm willing to trade for items of value.”

He nodded.
“Strong high that could last 36 hours. Opalescent iris changes, which is purely cosmetic, not chemically detrimenta. It wears off after 12 hours.

Maybe prismatic urine?”

“It’s nice to have word of mouth follow me! Hope it’s a good one!”

“Congrats! And I have rejuvenating elixers if y’ need ‘em. Helps fer the after part! Wholly safe and soothing.”

Well, he doesn't like smooshed strawberries, so he'll take a raincheck.

No. He prefers them dipped in chocolate, anyway.

"...Tha's very sweet actually.

I'm sorry."

"I have a few tomes for sale."

"Oh, I'm sorry, we didn't all get a whisperin' canary or a magic birch to imbue in us our magic powers.

Some of us had to learn it from scratch."

"Some taken. Being a wizard takes more effort than being a druid."

"Makes sense then."

"On behalf of wizards, I'll take offense with ye.

You seem more like a druid."

He raised a brow. How he wished to have such notoriety.
"How? What are you to them now?"

He put a hand on his hip. He wasn't sure whether to be offended or slightly honored.

"Funny. They're more like cautionary tales to us. Like not touching a hot stove."

||: It is kinda fucked up we've overly censored mythology for children tales...

Like what were you expecting to happen when we read the original Sleeping Beauty and Little Mermaid?

"Aye. I was not.

You have /children's/ stories about them? And they call us mad."

He blinked. This was the most absurd thing he ever heard.

"Tha' is not what a tooth fairy is."

"Like a tooth fairy?"

"Wha's a dentist?"

"I hope I will learn that truth someday.

I'd hate to be left hangin'."

"So he is there watching over ye...

That's some comfort."

If his father could have reached out to him from the beyond, he has yet to see a sign.

"My enchanted caravan was his before I inherited it. I used to believe it had his spirit when I started my travels in it. I'm not sure anymore."

"I just meant like a food or beverage, but aye, I understand the mentality."
He slouched.

"I lost my father as a teen.

The work I do I say is out of some dedicated nobility, but I don' do anything fer m'self except snack on sugars and drink to kill the voices in my head that say it's not enough."

"The Lady of Death."

He had a habit of learning pantheons where he can.

"...I'd say that sounds like an honor, but absence of love is seldom worth the sacrifice.

Would you like anything for comfort?"

"Then it truly is a lost to the Planes for such a departure. What was their name?"

"...I'm so sorry. I'm sure they were a lovely person."

"...Wow. And I'm sorry to your friend.

How are you all faring now?"

"I'm unfamiliar with who Briarwood is, but I knew a Hag that worshipped him..."