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[b][u]Cuttersbury - Road[/b][/u]

Er, a spa…?

“Yey… New mission!” With uncharacteristic lack of enthusiasm, the virtuoso allowed himself to be pulled down by Trixie as she made for the door. Delilah, for one, was griping about how she wouldn’t get to enjoy the facilities as much as she would have- “We’re not going there to relax, Dellie,” he interjected- if she had a physical body. He had a body, and it wasn’t all that pleasant to lug around, really. Maybe they should swap sometime? That way the sound spirit could trip all over rocks and he’d be the one laughing for a change.

Lute rubbed over the his ringing ear as the lot of them left the Guild. He expected the monsters to pop up in some farm- hell, that’s almost always what happened back home- but they were attacking some high class joint? Oh, how the mighty have fallen. A small part of the virtuoso wanted to see the managers panic about upturned hedges, destroyed rosebushes and the like, but here they were en route to help. How unfortunate. His hand brushed past something velvety and Lute grasped at the object. “All right, how long has this been there?” He raised the wildflower and turned to give Aria an accusing glare. Ah, well. It wasn’t going to hurt if he kept wearing it, and he kinda felt bad to just throw the cute little flower away so… Lute shrugged and tucked it in his breastpocket. One of the men earlier- Lute didn’t catch his name- approached Trixie and then proceeded to fawn over Syed. “Lute,” He quickly shot in, grabbed the guy’s hand and gave it one shake, then let go. That took care of any awkward touching/embracing/whatever the crook might think of.

While Jett struck up a conversation with Syed, Lute kept his eyes on the ground in case he tripped over a pebble. You never knew. When he glanced up, he overhead the flapping of wings behind him and turned to look. Ah, the pirate girl. Trixie was obviously not going to approach the girl so long as the parrot was around, so the virtuoso extended his arm as he slowed down while Trixie herself continued walking onwards; it created a leash effect, of sorts. “So, uh, Nani. You’re a pirate, right? Do you have a… ship?” Plus five points for not asking about a wooden leg or an eyepatch, but the conversation was still young.