The bard continued observing the bar area for a few more moments, torn within between rapt interest at the potential for interesting gossip, scuttlebutt or mayhem, and undeniable daydreams of riding within a personal airship.
He then spared a glance at his table companion again, that wry grin working its way back to his face.
"I'm not sure what's more interesting - the thought of you surrounded by dozens of spare parts and covered with machine oil, or this little collection of personages milling about in front of Momodi over there. However, since the second topic is less likely to have you clubbing me with a wrench, even deservedly so, I'll go with that. And to answer your question, it usually is very much this interesting in here."
He clucked his tongue. "I'm surprised you're not in here more often to see it."
He then spared a glance at his table companion again, that wry grin working its way back to his face.
"I'm not sure what's more interesting - the thought of you surrounded by dozens of spare parts and covered with machine oil, or this little collection of personages milling about in front of Momodi over there. However, since the second topic is less likely to have you clubbing me with a wrench, even deservedly so, I'll go with that. And to answer your question, it usually is very much this interesting in here."
He clucked his tongue. "I'm surprised you're not in here more often to see it."
"But in the laugh there was another voice. A clearer laugh, an ironic laugh. A laugh which laughs because it chooses not to weep."
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