*Grim would see no evidence of owl poo, and Hibou looks back at him with an unblinking gaze. Lal, on the other hand, seems tickled that Grim would give over his decisions to him without even a token struggle on his part.*
"Well then, if you can't spring for a ship, I might be able to pay your way there, provided you give me a share of your treasure once the dragon's done in! That sounds splendid. Now, you be Hond, and you be Vel, eh? Sword be good a companion as any, but be your Aya any good in bed?" Lalreth asks with a raucous laugh. "And Vel, you be a priest, like? Be you a good healer? I have three dragonscales in my belt, and I keep my hide in one piece because I shoot from afar. But if I must be going closer, or if Aphram is going to go lunging into the midst of combat, knucklehead that he is, I'd be liking to know if someone can patch him up after. Dragonclaws once nearly took something precious of his, and he was awful recovering after!"
"Well then, if you can't spring for a ship, I might be able to pay your way there, provided you give me a share of your treasure once the dragon's done in! That sounds splendid. Now, you be Hond, and you be Vel, eh? Sword be good a companion as any, but be your Aya any good in bed?" Lalreth asks with a raucous laugh. "And Vel, you be a priest, like? Be you a good healer? I have three dragonscales in my belt, and I keep my hide in one piece because I shoot from afar. But if I must be going closer, or if Aphram is going to go lunging into the midst of combat, knucklehead that he is, I'd be liking to know if someone can patch him up after. Dragonclaws once nearly took something precious of his, and he was awful recovering after!"