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Make that one ale, one water.

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{ooc; True, and...I WILL ADMIT the thought's occurred to me that a true and proper fight between the two of them would be. Glorious. In that it would be painful and awful and terrible.}

Ahh, the joys of being short. Lee knows them well. Luckily she can climb on top of things or bring them down to her level pretty quickly, nowadays, and it really only gives her issue when the occasional bazaar salesman decides short = young = foolish with money.

But Lee watches with a detachment that comes from honest confusion as she bounces up, a bit taller for a moment. "No, I'm sorry." And she is, because being lost without friends is an awful feeling. Knowing they've got a few ties outside from humanity at large also makes her more immediately pressing, more real. For all that lee would profess to care about everyone if asked in a spiritual sense, she's still just a human with a limited amount of care and time to give in one round of earthly life. "And I'm not...good at remembering faces I haven't already seen, so I might've seen Johnny. Or might've not." That's hardly helpful.

"Look, how about...you just tell me where you think they might've hurried off to, and we can follow their footsteps asking where two rogue bards went? Surely they've been-- lute-ing or singing along the way. Or stealing.

"...Actually if we're lucky they're in the town jail already."