Zachary returned his eyes to the road ahead after his humorous gesture towards Eli and the white haired girl next to the prince. He always took pleasure in simple jests. They would always serve as good ice breakers to soften the mood and bring a smile. Even the bard’s bird friend was tweeting excitedly at the atmosphere here. Zachary patted his horse lightly as the conversation continued on. Soon enough Eli responded to Biscuit’s naming and Zachary feigned an overdramatic response. [color=Yellow]”How dare you mock [i]mi caballo[/i],”[/color] the bard speaks as if he were a damsel. [color=Yellow]“He but a simple horse with a simple name. For now, I shall let your comment slide [i]mi príncipe[/i].”[/color] The bard softly chuckled at his poor acting skills, his ears perking when the kimono bearer Jauna approached from behind. Her compliment only served his playful act even more. With a big grin, he gestured towards his horse as he spoke. [color=Yellow]”See, Eli? My stallion’s name is one of excitement and love!”[/color] How is it possible someone could put that much enthusiasm into naming their horse? Not even Zachary knew, he was just trying to rouse laughter.

Before he could earn himself a proper response, the loud guardsman Maize spoke once again to inform the group of their mission. The bard fell silent and looked forward as he listened carefully to the announcement. Even though Zachary was not a combatant it would be best for him to know the groups’ plans for now. [color=Yellow][i]Four days travel, four stops, no problem. I have done much worse in my younger days.[/i][/color] Zachary thought this before he finally heard of the pirate attack on one of their stops. His heart panged with slight pain for the people affected by the attack. Zachary wished the victims the best and hoped everyone was fine from the attack, and he made it his personal goal to raise the town’s spirits with his music once they arrived that day.

Time went on during the ride before Zachary heard a womanly shriek from behind him. When he whipped his head around, he saw Jauna promptly sitting in fresh dung as her horse walked away to graze. Stifling a laugh and quickly turning his head to face forward, Zachary’s face was red from restraint. The bard knew those around the girl would take the situation seriously so he decided not to openly react to them. He decided, instead, to jest with the prince. [color=Yellow][i]”Dios mío,[/i]”[/color] the bard said only loud enough for Eli to hear. [color=Yellow]“It seems [i]nuestra amiga[/i] has landed herself in a crappy situation.”[/color] Zachary stopped himself from audibly laughing to prevent the poor girl from more humility… but internally he was dying of laughter and amusement. His face was contorted in what the bard was holding back his laughter as he face forward on his steed. Zachary took the pipe off of his hat, lit the tobacco in it with a match, and puffed it while riding to help mask his enjoyment.

The bard did not wish the girl ill will, and he hoped that the prince would see it as a simple, yet well timed, joke.
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