Jeris was good at weaving tales. It had enough truth to it to stand and enough audacity to make it enjoyable even if he was clearly jesting. It fit right in with the tavern-like atmosphere of the Canopy.
Soji listened in to Lin's explanation but didn't seem to be put out by the admission to getting lost one bit. It was honest. Honesty went far with him. The thing about truth was that, much like the sun, while it illuminated the world too much of it burned, while not enough of it meant nothing could grow or flourish. Muin and he had plenty of words about that.
At her question to them he replied with equal honesty.
"Muin and I have signed on with the local guilds. As part of earning our keep they suggested we help out the residents of Hyrstmill as the guard is often run thin and the Wood Wailers cannot spare any more at the moment. It was the least we could do to demonstrate our appreciation for our acceptance into the guild halls."
And to help convince the locals that they were friends and not foes. They were, after all, a pair of mismatched Miqo'te with no tribe or family to vouch for them.
Soji listened in to Lin's explanation but didn't seem to be put out by the admission to getting lost one bit. It was honest. Honesty went far with him. The thing about truth was that, much like the sun, while it illuminated the world too much of it burned, while not enough of it meant nothing could grow or flourish. Muin and he had plenty of words about that.
At her question to them he replied with equal honesty.
"Muin and I have signed on with the local guilds. As part of earning our keep they suggested we help out the residents of Hyrstmill as the guard is often run thin and the Wood Wailers cannot spare any more at the moment. It was the least we could do to demonstrate our appreciation for our acceptance into the guild halls."
And to help convince the locals that they were friends and not foes. They were, after all, a pair of mismatched Miqo'te with no tribe or family to vouch for them.
