Jeff laughs, trying to picture spaceships in a place like this. Maybe one
day there will be a thriving zeppelin industry, but even that is probably a
far cry from what she's used to.
"Hey, maybe you could pilot one of the waterships here!" he teases, before
pausing, reflecting on his word choice. There's already a word for ships of
the sea, Jeff. "I mean. Boats."
Anyway!
"And, oh, I just kind of-- I was doing little things here and there for a
while. I busk sometimes, and I was helping the candy maker as, like, an
apprentice? Only I wasn't any good." He tried his best, mostly, but Jeff
wasn't cut out for it. "Now I'm working for Deir-- for Ms. Breugaire." Jeff
looks around for the tiefling woman in the crowd, then points her out.
"She's in charge of the marina. I, ah... I'm her maid?"
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Jeff laughs, trying to picture spaceships in a place like this. Maybe one day there will be a thriving zeppelin industry, but even that is probably a far cry from what she's used to.
"Hey, maybe you could pilot one of the waterships here!" he teases, before pausing, reflecting on his word choice. There's already a word for ships of the sea, Jeff. "I mean. Boats."
Anyway!
"And, oh, I just kind of-- I was doing little things here and there for a while. I busk sometimes, and I was helping the candy maker as, like, an apprentice? Only I wasn't any good." He tried his best, mostly, but Jeff wasn't cut out for it. "Now I'm working for Deir-- for Ms. Breugaire." Jeff looks around for the tiefling woman in the crowd, then points her out. "She's in charge of the marina. I, ah... I'm her maid?"