freedom_is_grey | Elves + Labyrinth = ridiculous 80s movies! Wait.

Elves + Labyrinth = ridiculous 80s movies! Wait.

After having put on Liranan's spiked collar and carefully painted kaddis on Liranan -- just in case something terrible happens in the Labyrinth, Ysalwen straps her sword and staff to her back, shoulders her pack, and heads downstairs to pick up Quentin.

Presumably he's already waiting.

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"Let me check my wallet, I should as long as its not too wet," He looks for his wallet which he had tucked away and pulls it out.

There's cash and coins, the cash is kind of damp, but it should work, "I think we'll be fine."

She grins, quick and bright.

"Well, then. Shall we look upon potential treasures and find something to bring home?"

Better than battle trophies! In a way.

"Yes, let's go that way," He laughs and points in the general direction of a shiny pile of something.

One pikachu keychain, two T-shirts, and a pretty but impractical pair of blue leather boots later --

"Some of these people are here for the first time, aren't they? I ask because haggling is an art, and -- no."

"Yes, I think so. No at what?"

There are lots of things to no at, he's currently trying not to stare too much at a group wearing cloth of some sort and he can't figure out if there's anything underneath. Without magic, that's a hard effect to pull off.

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"Some of these people have been terrible at it, is all."

She studies the same people Quentin is looking at, ruffling Liranan's ears as she does so.

The illusion of a service dog harness on him helps a lot. Strangely.

"I think it's done with wires? Maybe?"

"Haggling's not that much of a thing as it could be, maybe later on. I know at local markets near the end, all the bargaining happens. Where would the wires go?"

His question is heard and the group turn towards them and one of them who has a little of the Emcee in their paleness and catlike movement waves. The tips of Quentin's ears go slightly pink.

Ysalwen grins, waving back.

"I approve of the effect!"

Hopefully she can be heard!

(Zevran would approve.)

"It takes practice to move like this though the two of you could manage it," The man in layers of sunshine colored cloth bows to them with lots of flourishes, "Come dancing with us."

"I think that's supposed to be my line," Quentin says with a grin, he's still blushing at his ears, "Um, Fae."

"I like that, can your lovely dog dance, lady?"

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Ysalwen snorts.

"He can fetch a frisbee with the best of them, sure. But dancing -- it would devolve into play-wrestling incredibly quickly. I'll pass."

She's still laughing, though. And Liranan starts wagging his tail.

She said wrestling!

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"Such a shame but wrestling can be fun. If you wish to dance, find us at the ball in the midst of it all," Then he bows and winks at Quentin before going to join the other dancers.

"I liked them," He laughs and leans against the nearest wall.

Ysalwen just shakes her head, mouth quirking up in a wry smile.

"They seemed fun, yes. A little heavy on the innuendo, but I'm used to that by now."

"You should meet the Emcee, he lives in inneundo,"

Which Quentin doesn't mind, he just hasn't figured out the best way to deal with it as Toby pretends anything sexual doesn't exist around him.

"So does my partner."

Ysalwen's smile turns into a grin, one that's extremely fond.

"It's comforting, after all this time."

"What's he like?"

He asks before heading off to a booth that seems to have sort of armor, there's leather and maybe even some chain mail, but in small quantities.

"He's from Antiva. A former Crow -- that's an order of elite assassins. They rule Antiva from the shadows. It's messy."

Her exhale is a little tired.

"Anyway, he likes leather, knives, and pretty things. And me, of course. Saving the world is also something he's become fond of in the last little while. His innuendo game is strong, and he's often funny with it. Is that the sort of thing you wanted to know?"

"He sounds fun and like he and Tybalt would get along. That's the local King of Cats who is always teasing Toby. Its kind of sweet because he also protects her with the rest of us."

"How well does this Tybalt take being teased in turn? And your Toby."

Sometimes people can, as the saying goes, dish it out but not take it.

"It depends who's doing the teasing with both of them. Toby likes it, joking's how she handles awful times and you can tell she likes someone when she starts teasing with them."

"Alistair does that. His jokes are terrible."

"So are hers. Ooh, I think that's a food truck. I wonder how they got it inside,"

He gestures to a differently shiny part of the hall.

"Probably through something like barn doors? There's so many things in here there has to be some larger entryway."

"Maybe a service elevator. It looks like fried is in their name. Food trucks are full of awful puns and delicious foods."

Ysalwen laughs.

"Street vendors are the same everywhere, it seems. Shall we?"

"Cheap food that's awful for you is an important food group,"

He says with a laugh as they head to the truck.

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