"I'd like to meet the merfolk someday," the bard admitted a little wistfully. "But given how our first meetings with the Fae went... well. I'm hoping we can learn from our past mistakes." His crooked smile made it clear how likely that was, but at least they were trying. "In the meantime, though, maybe I'll start spending my days off combing the shore for these crystals!" 'Days off' was, of course, a joke, but it was a good-natured one, the bard happily busy with Guilds and farms and Outlander advising work. "But in the meantime... hmm. Remi mentioned his own magic has been as unstable as mine lately. If there are any small items you need for your home I can try and make those? Or I could compose a song in your honor..." he teased with a wicked glint in his eyes.
Alas, Ronin couldn't offer much on the nature of pink storm dolphins, but ghost whales and hels? "Ghost whales? Gods least fortunate, that sounds like a terrifying thing to meet out on the water." He grimaced, building a mental image from Ronin's words and finding it as fascinating as it was terrifying. "I don't suppose they're herbivores?" Whales ate small plants, didn't they? He thought he'd read that somewhere, but it had been a very long time ago. It hadn't made sense given their supposedly immense size, but it was better than the alternative. "Have you tested the gulls out yourself?"
Alas, Ronin couldn't offer much on the nature of pink storm dolphins, but ghost whales and hels? "Ghost whales? Gods least fortunate, that sounds like a terrifying thing to meet out on the water." He grimaced, building a mental image from Ronin's words and finding it as fascinating as it was terrifying. "I don't suppose they're herbivores?" Whales ate small plants, didn't they? He thought he'd read that somewhere, but it had been a very long time ago. It hadn't made sense given their supposedly immense size, but it was better than the alternative. "Have you tested the gulls out yourself?"
