She said something casually to Asmodeus and he c****d an ear toward her before looking at them and saying something back.
Dravidian placed an arm on Pepperlung’s shoulder and turned them to face the gondola davits. “I wouldn’t stare too long, my friend. Besides, we have boats to prepare ...”
Pepperlung shoved against him good-naturedly, causing him to lose his balance and nearly fall. “Oh, I see. Now that you’re about to be elevated to Master you’re too good for mess hall talk.” He laughed. “I shall have to tell the demidaines that you will no longer be accompanying us!”
Dravidian chuckled and looked at his boat—which, thanks to the skill of its builder, seemed to have more of a personality than the bride above. Indeed, it appeared almost to brood as it lay in its harness, the ferro on
