“I can get you masks, no problem.”
Now for the big question. “Can you show us how to get into the city?”
He clamped his mouth shut and shook his head. It took several minutes of song to loosen his tongue again. I could feel the heat growing stronger in me, but I had to get him back to the lazy, talkative mood. Tufts of green grass sprung up around him, and a small vine climbed the tree behind him, before he resumed the lazy, happy mood. Even then he was evasive.
“I can show you, but it’s tricky. I can’t promise much.”
I nodded, tucked my flute away, and released the silence around Drinn and Otsoa.
“That’s not how I remember that going,” Otsoa said, eying the halfling who looked ready to drift off to sleep. Otsoa had been subject to one of my outbursts, an all-out Wild song that had dr
