Awoken by the sound of a perturbed barkeep. 

"You really need to get over that habit, you are lucky that I am fond of yah'"

Forte isn't a heavy drinker by any means, but he does enjoy sleeping in good company....Like at the end of the bar, often enough that everyone seems to misinterpret him for a living statue. The Barkeep, a lady saurian named Sheliah, (That means itsa girl) who often calls upon forte for grunt work and his wonderful people skills. She looks after him while he sleeps and the odd tips he gets for his statue like stare, though she cant help but be slightly off put by the fact he does so without so much as a yawn. 

"You know I was chatting with you for at least thirty minutes or so, you could at least let me know before hand. Kinda' rude you go askin me."

Forte lets a yawn escape, Then he smiles at her somewhat apologetically. 

"Can't help it your stories are like the one mom used to say."

The saurian scoffs and raises a brow. 

"Your mother had a bad habit then, complaining to her children about how bad her lovers can be."

Forte laughs for a minute before he can even get the words out.

"You got no idea. I'll see you around miss Sheliah, gotta check in. You know duty calls."

Sheliah rolls her eyes before waving off the peg, "Oh yes, like they use you for more than scaring off bad publicity. Not that that Fat Saurian is anymore lovely to look at."

Laughing Forte flapped his massive wings launching himself out the building.....The door came with him for about 10 meters. Much to the facepalming Sheliah's sigh. "One day he will remember how big he is..."

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Zelia picks the wonder root, her personal rare herbs growing in a garden she protects from weeds and prying eyes. It's not so much that shes growing anything bad, but they are hard to come by this far from the rolling sands. 
Cleaning it off she puts it in the top of the brewing pot, the moisture that condenses on its body picks up just enough of the flavor to give it that pick-you-up so the day can get to rolling. Not that she needs it but Dink, that "Ass" always needs a spur in the morning. As it sits she starts going through the budget, travel expenses would obviously be a tad higher this month moving out this way, but she neglected the expenses on her spices and "Imports". 

"Dink is going to cut back on fun and games this month. Hopefully the new location will be infatuating enough.."

She wouldn't simply admit the feeling guilt, but even though she needed her things to continue to work the way they had grown accustom to it was still her fault that the budget was this much in the red.....But then again Dink didn't have a budget till her. She smirks thinking about how he was happy just getting by, things really did seem to work out for him. The first month she was with him he owed 13k bits, that just seemed to show up in a single case that he took on a whim. Now once more on a whim he is part of some group that seems to be flying blind hoping to find a reason to be. Zelia thought poorly of the idea, but once Dink gets it in his head......She knows that no amount of logic is going to get it out. 

"I would be a fool to try, but at least they can help us get by...."

A crow caws at what seems like random, letting her know the tea is ready...