[BlueInTheShell]

"People pay a premium for music that can bring about the fall of armies. That's how I make coin. And some people definitely pay more than others. At least, the fun ones pay more." Tritonia said, responding more informatively than her usual taunting banter. "If you must know, I work for a trio of people who pay. The Sons of Chelm. A bandit group led by the warlord known as Shechita. For someone with grander aims and schemes? If you've heard of the Scarlet Emperor across the seas? I serve him when needed as well. And the other one? Well, better to remain naive, and leave it at that."

Good and Evil? All a matter of perspective.

"Forgive me, I would assume you'd be able of comprehending two different things in the same sentence. I asked you to never pale your skin. While I expressed desire for shade. I forgot I'm speaking to...You." (Editor's note: The sentence was screwy, but I decided to just assume Tritonia think's Chidi is retarded lmao.) Flicking a tongue across pallid lips the bard cracked several fingers and snorted. "I'm lovely and beautiful, but I'm not dainty. I can hold my own parasol. Though I enjoy your use of a title for me. It's flattering."

"You're not a bad cook, and I'm a sensual, loving woman who just wants a husband to serve and several kids." Tritonia spat out, albeit a little more playfully and a little less venomous than normal, before her usual tone resumed, "Nanika would drive me mad? Probably. I'd sell her off the moment I could, and probably lop a hand off so I could remember her by. She does have some nice looking body parts. And I do love hands." Flicking her eyes towards Chidi, the bard stopped in her place and looked over a small market stall - finally deciding on a lurid bauble of a necklace - the Bard looking towards the stall owner and tossing him a small bag of coins before resuming on her way. She could make up some story about plucking it from the clutches of something monstrous and sell it back to some peasant or naive midlander at quadruple the cost.