Paric shrugged at himself. Ayer would probably take offense, but Paric had been called incompetent before and he did have to agree with it. His knowledge of the world was shockingly low. Most of what he knew was from his travels from shabby town to shanny town, which we're often not made sober, and from stories, which we're often not told sober. So he accepted the small flask, his brow furrowing at its size. He plucked the container's lid and gave the contents a quick whiff. It would have to do. He took a mouthful from the flask, swished it, and swallowed. A small smile formed, "mind if I hold on to this for awhile?" He gave the flask a shake, "we are going to travel with you, afterall, seeing as you will slow your pace some."

          Paric decided he would wait before he began to trust Dannisus. The Myti seemed to be more interested in Ayer's device compared to their lives. He made that much obvious, basically implying that Ayer and Paric would be a a deadly liability. Paric had dealt with people like the Myti before, though, and it usually went okay for him. He lived a low-key life, and no one had ever targeted him for something. "We won't cause you trouble," he elbowed Ayer's arm, "isn't that right, friend?"

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