['tis the woeful fate of Zelgadis Greywords to be tragically unappreciated by those around him.
Emery gives him a thumbs-up.]
Yeah, don't worry, I'll make sure we're on our way by the end of the day.
[Having reassured Zel, Emery resumes tucking into his breakfast. And okay so that's not entirely a promise not to get roped into odd jobs, but Emery means it!
And helping with cleanup doesn't count as an odd job. Hopefully, Zelgadis will agree when Emery winds up drying dishes and chattering with the goblins again.
Either way, the cleanup goes quickly. It takes longer for Emery to finish saying goodbye to various members of the caravan (and occasionally nudging Zel into saying goodbye as well) and even as they're on their way out into the market proper Emery still gives a few final waves until even the Yakkak Caravan's booth is out of sight.
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Emery gives him a thumbs-up.]
Yeah, don't worry, I'll make sure we're on our way by the end of the day.
[Having reassured Zel, Emery resumes tucking into his breakfast. And okay so that's not entirely a promise not to get roped into odd jobs, but Emery means it!
And helping with cleanup doesn't count as an odd job. Hopefully, Zelgadis will agree when Emery winds up drying dishes and chattering with the goblins again.
Either way, the cleanup goes quickly. It takes longer for Emery to finish saying goodbye to various members of the caravan (and occasionally nudging Zel into saying goodbye as well) and even as they're on their way out into the market proper Emery still gives a few final waves until even the Yakkak Caravan's booth is out of sight.
Then he scurries over to grab onto Zel's arm.]
See? It's not even noon yet.