"I did. It was easier to travel at night, since the road from Waterdeep isn't too hazardous, and I'm not so soft that I couldn't make a rough camp somewhere hidden during the day."
Bel could have tried to find caravaning work, but what had seen like the normal level of 'convince people that the lone drow man was harmless and not some scout for a group of slavers' he'd gotten used to had seemed like too much of a bother after a few years of people treating him like a normal person.
(That and his usual of handling ships was offer to stand night watch for his passage; humans had shit for night vision. Bel was no sailor, but he could follow instructions and climb and handle ropes.)
His gear was mostly clothing and his armor and bedroll, and a few tools (knitting needles, lockpicks) and sentimental items; his sword was currently peace-bound and could be stowed as well -- cities didn't generally like strangers who were armed and armored. He'd figure out where to put it all later. For now he could just shove it somewhere out of the way in the house.
"An omelette sounds divine. And I wouldn't mind a tour, but I'm going to be tired in the afternoon as I get used to being awake during the day. And if you don't mind explaining who I am to the curious"
Bel didn't care about infrastructure. Bel did enjoy listening to Barcus talk about his projects, though, and actually was willing to ask questions while accepting that Barcus didn't care that they were probably easy ones. And Bel figured Barcus had been thinking about a plan for explaining to deep gnomes why he 'suddenly' had a drow lover.
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Date: 2026-03-11 02:46 pm (UTC)Bel could have tried to find caravaning work, but what had seen like the normal level of 'convince people that the lone drow man was harmless and not some scout for a group of slavers' he'd gotten used to had seemed like too much of a bother after a few years of people treating him like a normal person.
(That and his usual of handling ships was offer to stand night watch for his passage; humans had shit for night vision. Bel was no sailor, but he could follow instructions and climb and handle ropes.)
His gear was mostly clothing and his armor and bedroll, and a few tools (knitting needles, lockpicks) and sentimental items; his sword was currently peace-bound and could be stowed as well -- cities didn't generally like strangers who were armed and armored. He'd figure out where to put it all later. For now he could just shove it somewhere out of the way in the house.
"An omelette sounds divine. And I wouldn't mind a tour, but I'm going to be tired in the afternoon as I get used to being awake during the day. And if you don't mind explaining who I am to the curious"
Bel didn't care about infrastructure. Bel did enjoy listening to Barcus talk about his projects, though, and actually was willing to ask questions while accepting that Barcus didn't care that they were probably easy ones. And Bel figured Barcus had been thinking about a plan for explaining to deep gnomes why he 'suddenly' had a drow lover.