[Road to Najmi]

[mr_gaeta]

Once they're out on a road not pockmarked with stones and potholes -- or, at least, dotted with fewer of them -- the constant jostle of the cart settles into an easy, rolling rock from side to side.

Given his usual lack of sleep the night before, it isn't terribly surprising that that's enough for Gaeta to slip into a light doze, leaning against the back wall with his bag bunched up like a pillow.

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[mr_gaeta]

"What -- "

Frak. He wasn't that obvious about it, was he?

"No, I do like it." He spreads his hands. "It's a good song."

[road2najmi_npcs]

"But not, I perceive in my profound shrewdness and sagacity, one that speaks to you," Azimar says, flourishing the words.

(Kaya giggles at his tone, just a little.)

"It may interest you to know, friend Felix, that I was once informed by Minnowmead that he had long since wearied of the traveling life, and wished nothing more dearly than to find a place to settle."

[mr_gaeta]

Gaeta's small smile is just as crooked as Azimar's previous one. "Happens to the best of us," he says, settling back a little more.

A beat.

"Could I hear it again?"

[road2najmi_npcs]

A long beat ... and Azimar smiles again, small and pleased (and maybe, absurdly, a little touched).

"Certainly," he says, and settles his fingers on the strings.