"And just what is that supposed to mean?" the bard asked pleasantly, but there was a sharpness in his gaze at Saiden's tone. He didn't try to get closer, content to leave the space between them for the moment as he studied this strange sailor with the over-eager water magic.
A brow arched at the switch to a playful tone, the warning seeming somehow personal in a way that had the bard's mouth quirking into a smile - one that he very carefully kept any hint of sharp teeth out of. "Good advice, no matter where you are," he agreed easily enough. "And what are you, then, Saiden, out here by yourself, putting out fires? A fisherman? An explorer?" Or something else altogether?
A brow arched at the switch to a playful tone, the warning seeming somehow personal in a way that had the bard's mouth quirking into a smile - one that he very carefully kept any hint of sharp teeth out of. "Good advice, no matter where you are," he agreed easily enough. "And what are you, then, Saiden, out here by yourself, putting out fires? A fisherman? An explorer?" Or something else altogether?
