Reclining, he smiled pleasantly. The weather was pleasant that day and he was enjoying the feeling of the sun upon his face. “Tell me Bard…” he peeked at his counterpart through half-lidded eyes, “Do the elves give you much trouble with your business? Or do they just pass things off to you?” He continued smiling, “I myself have never seen an elf. Perhaps today I shall. What an exciting thought!” Crossing a leg, he watched the water passing along side the barge.
The other’s good mood was a provocation in itself, and it was a struggle for the bargeman to school his expression into casual disinterest as they pushed off the docks and began their lake-bound journey. “A little respect would not go amiss, Destrian,” Bard murmured, his tone wry as he artfully steered them down the canal and towards the town’s gate. “Most of the barrels are transported by way of the river. I have spotted an elven guard once or twice in the distance, but I go about my business, and they go about theirs. If we do found our paths crossing with that of a woodland elf today, I would suggest you behave… entirely opposite from how you usually do.” The hint of a smile, there.
