Wonderful darling, stop the scratching now. I'll be at the tavern for the rest of the evening. Come join me at my table. Be sure to bring a bottle of something to drink. Felicia thinks into the handyman's head.
Oh yes, because all those that mean no harm do their work in hushes and shadows and can't talk about it. Certainly seems like what those paladins and champions of Torm and Lathander do all the time, with their shiny armor and brighter smiles. Felicia says sweetly. Darling, I'm absolutely parched. I do believe I'd like to retire to the tavern for the evening. Catch a tune and a mug full of something delicious. Care to join me?
The itchy handyman has information he wants to give us, more in private. I told him to meet me in the tavern later. Tell me to be on my way, you want to have some more conversations with this elder. Make sure the handyman makes it to the tavern tonight. she thinks to Dazzle, as she rests a hand on his forearm, blinking up at him softly.
