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“So, like, do the guards ever give you a hard time for flyin around ‘stead of walking?”
Killian kicked his feet in the air as he leaned his cheek on one hand, elbows propped up on the edge of Icarion’s bed to watch as he cleaned and sorted his tools.
Icarion sighed and gave a shrug, glancing over to where the bard had dropped himself across his bed to keep him company. He wasn’t accustomed to having the other party members in his room, but Killian’s presence wasn’t unpleasant.
“Not really? I mean, sometimes people get a little spooked when I take off, but I think it’s just because they aren’t used to that many flying folk. At least not in this area of the city,” he shook out his rag after wiping down one of his files, sending metal shavings scattering across the floor next to him, “I don’t think I’ve ever gotten a weird look in the dock ward, but sometimes people will gasp and make a big deal up here.”
“Oh, the city folk are kind of whatever, people in this area will get their bloomers in a twist about anything. I meant more the griffon riders. The altitude gives them nasty tempers.”
Icarion laughed, lowering his hands to his lap and raising his head in thought.
“Well, it wasn’t anything with me flying, but I’ve pissed one of them off before.”
Killian raised a brow and grinned, inclining his head, “That sounds like the start of a story, go on…”
Icarion chuckled, picking up another tool and setting to work wiping it down as he continued.
“I had only technically been in Waterdeep for like a week max at the time, so I didn’t know who the fuck this lady was, but I guess I pissed her off enough arguing with her about getting details for an investigation that she had me arrested for undermining authority.”
“No kidding. Holy show that must have been. How did you handle the jails?”
“I mean they weren’t like a fuckin’ dungeon or anything. To be fair I was only in custody for a day. We were already working with Vajra then so she pulled some strings and got me out before I had to do hard labor.”
“Lucky chancer that you are,” Killian laughed, wagging his finger at the aven before rolling onto his side, “The griffon riders can be real pieces of work if you give them an inch. You’re lucky you had someone to get you out of your punishment, I don’t think you’d very much enjoy breaking rocks in the sun.”
“Yeah, nah,” Icarion shook his head to himself, “The others have been trying to get me to hold my tongue better since that happened. I can’t say if that worked or if they just got quicker at talking people down, but I haven’t been arrested again.”
“I’ll have to keep that in mind.”
The pair fell into silence again, with Killian lazily watching as the pile of dirty wrenches and bits shrank. Killian picked up with his humming again after a few minutes.
“So how are you feeling about that date Lucian is trying to sucker everyone into?”
Icarion let out a long groan, closing his eyes at the reminder as though he was trying to pretend it didn't happen. Killian snorted and rolled onto his back, idly picking at his nails.
“That excited, huh?”
“He always springs shit like this. I don’t want to go on a date in public, Renaer and I haven’t even had a chance to settle into being…” he waved his hand in a circle in front of him a few times, trying to coax the word out of himself, “You know, like, a thing yet. It hasn’t been twenty four hours and he already is trying to weasel into our shit.”
“Yeah it felt a bit sudden. He hadn’t even introduced himself to me before asking me to tag along as entertainment,” Killian mused, “Which feels odd, you know, playing for a public date? But gold is gold I suppose. Just throw a shell at me if I get too loud for the conversation.”
“I’m sure you’ll be appreciated. Maybe you can play loud enough to drown out whatever bullshit Lucian is going to spew while we’re there.”
Killian cackled at the thought.
“I’ll have to get a big pair of cymbals and bring them along. Whenever he starts up just—“ he raised his arms in the air and clapped his hands, mimicking the sound of cymbals crashing together, “ KSHH! Right behind his head!”
Icarion laughed loudly at the thought, ruffling his feathers.
“Maybe it’ll train him to watch his tongue, too.”
“Oh, we can only hope.”
“Either way it would be nice to have you there if you come,” Icarion said as he turned back to his workstation, hearing Killian sigh once more behind him.
“I guess I’ll go. There won’t be shit else to do here while you’re all splashing about, anyway.”
“That’s the spirit.”