Chez was incredibly hard to read, but there seemed to be an air of amusement around him when The'ara's lute bounced onto the floor. That was going to need some tuning. He hadn't stopped looking yet, that was until the force of nature that was Ghet exploded into the Inn.
He turned calmly to look at her, then bent to help pick up the packages.
"He is a cheap bastard," An'Thaya agreed, "It is part of his charm."
Poor Galain, forever maligned.
"Dagar, Rhagi. Let me get you some wine. Both of you."
Chez, meanwhile, had piled the packages on top of the table and leaned over to give Ghet a friendly, affectionate hug. "You are terrible."
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