[D1, EN-MN] The Traveler Earns Her Keep (Homecoming Song)

[Illiam'iira]

"I'm in Sigil for unrelated reasons, but at the same time I'm not completely sure why. My patron just said I needed to be here. My warlock patron."

Illiam'iira immediately sits up when she hears Lirrax, the cover to her brooch closing with a snap as she does. ...she'll ask about that in a minute. She really, really is gonna have to ask about that in a minute.

Her big eyes turn to Fyne. The little drow scoots closer, and, patting the ground next to her body, invites him closer still. "Having such strong conflicting feelings about the person you were is a good thing; it shows you've changed. And it's pretty normal. I don't know many drow who don't regret at least something from their past. Shit, I don't know many people who don't regret something from their past. Yours is just... big. And you're allowed that. Grace is for everyone willing to work for it, and from what I've heard, you are working for it." Still, there's a little worry in that gaze; something's bothering her.

Yet there's no judgement in her eyes or words when he mentions being a warlock. The dragonling makes a little more sense now. "Well, do let me know if I can help, okay? We're in this together, after all." Family is what you make of it, and Illiam's already adopted him.

[Fyne]

He moves closer at her invitation, apparently not bothered by the proximity as he continues along at the same tone. "I appreciate the offer and the encouragement. But being conflicted isn't enough. Which is why I went back to the underdark and spent nearly a decade there again as part of a team dedicated to working against them. Mostly hitting slave caravans between the different cities, but sometimes making raids into the cities as well. Often as the face or distraction because I was so familiar with being an asshole, and that's what drow expect of each other down there. Did you spend most of your time on the surface?"

Lirrax comes flying back and pops down next to his bag. She's got a small rodent in her mouth as she crawls under his bag to eat it in privacy.

He looks like he's going to gag for a moment but recovers. "Sorry about that. I'm actually okay with her eating what she wants like that but... we've only been together a few months and we recently started sharing senses. Sometimes I let the sensation leak in accidentally. And I accidentally just... tasted... that." He sighs as he pushes it out of his mind.

[Illiam'iira]

When he moves close, Illiam gently wraps an arm around his shoulders, hugging Fyne to her side. Her head rests against his, their temples touching.

"As I said, you're earning your grace." She closes her eyes as she squeezes him. "I have never been to the Underdark even once. I was born in Waterdeep. The sun is as much my father as the moon is my mother." As I said, I'm very lucky.

The sound or Lirrax's return gets her eyes half-open, and she tilts her head. Fyne's gagging gets her UP though and Illiam quickly grabs the waterskin to make him drink it. "C'mon, this'll get the taste out of your mouth, right?" Or make you think you did, at any rate. Tricking your brain into suffering less is half of successfully being alive!

[Fyne]

He takes a drink. "Seriously though... the air in cities like Menzo, Ched Nasad, Waterdeep and Neverwinter isn't pleasant, but here it's just... And apparently the rodents are commensurately unpleasant in comparison. That was... not good."

[Illiam'iira]

He takes a drink. "Seriously though... the air in cities like Menzo, Ched Nasad, Waterdeep and Neverwinter isn't pleasant, but here it's just... And apparently the rodents are commensurately unpleasant in comparison. That was... not good."

"Yeah..." Illiam lets out a whiny whine. The most babiest whine imaginable. "Oh, you should, probably avoid the Market Ward, if... you don't like that..." Her cheeks puff out as her lips form a thin line. Fyne's not gonna enjoy hearing about the fried cranium rats.

[Fyne]

"I walk through there everyday. I live in the Guildhall Ward. They clean cook and season their questionable meats, so they're not half bad. But raw? That's an experience I hope not to have happen again. But it will, because Lirrax doesn't care. She'll eat pretty much anything. I've seen her eat things a goblin wouldn't touch. And have accidentally tasted some of those things to my great regret."

He looks back at her, trying to distract himself from the subject, taking another drink before handing the wineskin back.

"How long have you been in Sigil?"

[Illiam'iira]

"How long have you been in Sigil?"

The silliness in her voice returns as she chirps out, "Aww lil Lirrax..." Illi takes a drink too, wanting very much to cuddle the pseudodragon, even though Lirrax has been naughty. It's unfortunately just part of her own nature. "Uuuuh... a day, now?"

[Fyne]

"Only a day, huh? Even newer than I am. How's it going so far? Pretty much everything is new and confusing right?"

He looks to where Lirrax is hiding and as if the pseudodragon can sense it she pops her head out from under his bag. She crawls out from under with a noticeably bulkier torso from being full. It doesn't weigh her down as she files up and lands on Fyne's shoulder.

"It's alright though, she actually saves me a lot of money too. When I go drinking, I don't actually have to drink. She can get drunk on what would only be a few swigs for me, and I can feel the drunkenness through her."

He scratches her head.

"Also, she's smart enough to hear a conversation and understand it. If she had a voice she'd be able to converse. Unfortunately she can't actually talk to other people, only being able to share feelings and ideas through telepathy... except with me."

[Illiam'iira]

"Also, she's smart enough to hear a conversation and understand it. If she had a voice she'd be able to converse. Unfortunately she can't actually talk to other people, only being able to share feelings and ideas through telepathy... except with me."

"I know how familiars work," She chuckles lightly. "My mom's got the meanest, most ornery, most ancient temple cat you've ever seen. She's, uh, actually why I'm here, least Quev said so." Illi lifts up a leg to show some day-old cat scratches on the back of her calf. "It's not been too bad. I've been to the Feywild before, and I've done enough Runs on my own being someplace new isn't too scary. They talk different but gully means a gullible person, I think, and jink is money, and Clueless is somebody new. Being a berk isn't good but being a Cutter prooooobably is? The food's not too bad though you, uh, gotta be careful, because sometimes it's people. There's not a lot of friendliness, or people having time for you, but that's not unusual for a city." Giggling, she hugs her knees to her chest. "Honestly, it feels kinda homey, for me. Some places in the city look like my papa's old place." Her mind returns to the little piece of indigo glass she got earlier, and memories of light shining through stained glass windows fill her heart. Illi sighs through a small smile.

[Fyne]

Lirrax looks at Illiam'iira and says, in Fyne's voice, while he's taking a sip from the wineskin, "Well, not all familiars. Some warlocks have particularly strong connections with unique abilities between them and their familiar." He passes the wineskin back and starts talking with his own mouth again. "I did a few runs back after I first got out of Ched Nasad. I got up for runs during my time in the underdark, but they were short because we had a mission to take care of."