@adelshaus ➤ unprompted
"Remind me….You are the friend of the bards?" Eventide eyes remained fixed on the other, quietly sizing them up as the query left her. The story was a far cry from the more outlandish reason that she had need to draw out from suspicious individuals. Yet that was nothing to say of what could possible lurk beyond the surface. Not when the Rolling Rime was a prime example of the inky murkiness that most never saw.
"If that is the case why exactly are you out here when the festival inwards?"
Eyebrows rose up a little at the inquiry, looking up from their squatted position. They shouldn’t be too surprised when said bard is someone that Sylvie often beelined towards upon sight even if it was in public eye, often almost bodying Venti in full with their entire weight ( out of friendliness, of course! ).
Was it that suspicious that they were outside the area and huddled over ... something? ... hm, well, yeah, kinda, if they think about it. They shuffled a little on their feet to showcase the bundled collection of ... well, a lot of things. Mushrooms, plants, berries, some weirdly shaped swirly things ...
“I heard that they were doing ... something something about contributing items to making a wine? So I was just kinda on a hunt for what would work in a wine, and I’m stumped what to bring back since I can’t dump in everything. I suppose I might have to mirror the question back to you”—followed by a short look up and down towards her— “unless you’re on guarding duty.”
