[ Kahlil's grin only widens at that as he leads the way, now that the weather is warming up and the sun is setting later there's more people on the street going about their end of day business. Kahlil stays close to Kell's side, never quite touching but always within reach - and within his line of sight.
They can hear the tavern before they even see the broken lute above the door. It's reasonably packed tonight, it seems, with the early crowd booing some poor young man out of the building. Hopefully he has a good day job.
Inside, Kahlil leads the way to the bar, letting Kell order first (it's mead or beer - a wine or two on a good week for extra coin, no one's here for the huge selection). There's nowhere to sit at first anyway, so they're stuck standing for now as the next entertainer takes her place: a short young woman with a fiddle. She's not bad, the song she plays is quick and easy to dance to, which the younger crowd is eager to get in on.
He leans back against the bar and watches her, tilting his head at Kell with a smile again. ]
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They can hear the tavern before they even see the broken lute above the door. It's reasonably packed tonight, it seems, with the early crowd booing some poor young man out of the building. Hopefully he has a good day job.
Inside, Kahlil leads the way to the bar, letting Kell order first (it's mead or beer -
a wine or two on a good week for extra coin, no one's here for the huge selection). There's nowhere to sit at first anyway, so they're stuck standing for now as the next entertainer takes her place: a short young woman with a fiddle. She's not bad, the song she plays is quick and easy to dance to, which the younger crowd is eager to get in on.
He leans back against the bar and watches her, tilting his head at Kell with a smile again. ]
Our ears are safe for at least one set.