More than an agreement, from what I've heard about his... second daughter, the bard thought cautiously, worried for his friend so caught in the goddess's capricious clutches. Though it sounds like 'agreement' isn't the right word for that. Unsettling, to say the least, in so many ways. He'd always attributed those sorts of tricks to Frey, but perhaps he'd given the nature god short shrift.
Or Safrin too much credit.
He went deeper than the orca, but there was a limit even for him, and he was not foolish or arrogant enough to continue on alone. Not with the rumors of what filled these particular depths, at least. He began the lazy spiral up again, still studying the shadowed waters with fascination as he felt the bioelectric tickle of nearby fish he couldn't quite see. A Liaison? Is that like our Outlander and Natural Advisors, or something different? And what does a 'Director of Social Affairs' do? he asked, curiosity getting the better of his wariness.
Or Safrin too much credit.
He went deeper than the orca, but there was a limit even for him, and he was not foolish or arrogant enough to continue on alone. Not with the rumors of what filled these particular depths, at least. He began the lazy spiral up again, still studying the shadowed waters with fascination as he felt the bioelectric tickle of nearby fish he couldn't quite see. A Liaison? Is that like our Outlander and Natural Advisors, or something different? And what does a 'Director of Social Affairs' do? he asked, curiosity getting the better of his wariness.
