Adelaide laughed at Narral's nickname for the Satyr. "Aye." She replied. She always loved good music; almost enough to become a bard herself. She had never learned any instruments besides one, so that wouldn't be a possibility. 

Maximus came back from his meat sales trip, landing on Narral's head, a bag of coins in his head. "Get it off," She said quietly. "Get this damn bird off me. Kill it if you must, just get the damn thing off!" Apparently, Narral wasn't fond of birds. Adelaide laughed. "That's just Maximus. Come 'ere, boy." Adelaide held out her elbow, and Maximus departed from Narral and landed where his master wanted him. "Don't worry. He wouldn't hurt a fly unless he needed to." Adelaide reassured her.

Just then, a laughing, soaking wet man kicked the door open, offering free drinks for everyone. Maximus, a bit startled, flapped his wings to regain balance. "Easy, Max." Adelaide stroked the bird in an attempt to calm him down. He settled back onto her arm, eyeing the man.