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As Elaeshor quit the company of the common folk, he could hear laughter erupting, most certainly at his expense. A glance over the kitsune's shoulder would have confirmed as much had he seen the way the fisherman imitated the 'elf's' coat tails swishing. Still, the laughter didn't sound all that mean spirited; after all, the pair of jesters didn't really know Elaeshor, did they? Did anyone?
Alandri looked up from her work before lifting the next bucket to her cottage, which for a gnome, was quite a handful. She watched Saur during his explanation, interjecting with 'mmhmm's and 'oh's as necessary. Once he had finished his tale, Alandri mentally tallied the bevy of fish from all the heroes and looked back at the kobold with a sincere expression.
"Yes, I think that's a fine way to make amends," Alandri conceded before handing her bucket to Saur. The live fish gaped at Saur, then at the sky, presumably happy to have been spared Jenk and his pitchfork, though feeling very much like a fish out of water.
Fleur's walkabout had been an informative one. She learned that the city itself was a large dais with the school, the Magaambya, at the center of the various rings of canals. As such, she gained a good sense of direction for getting back to the school, and more importantly, to Teacher Ot's office for their lesson. She remembered, in the cool of the morning, their sponsor bidding them to come back by midday for their lesson. Fleur arrived just in time to hear Elaeshor's query to the group at large, between the tripkee, the goblin, and the 'elf.'
"Surely she does not... expect us to be back to fish for her tomorrow as well, now does she?"End Scene
Storyteller's Aside
Saur has his fish in a bucket, Fleur has rejoined the group. What happens next?