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Not all fables, no, though even I cannot fully resist their allure. There is often some truth hidden within even the most imaginative of stories, granted that Volo didn't write them. I have read my fair share of fairy tales.

[He thinks for half a second.]

To be quite honest, I'm not sure I can pick a favorite kind. I like so many for different reasons: some for what they can teach us, some for how they inspire, and others for pure, unadulterated enjoyment.

[She hides a laugh in her goblet. Ah, yes. Volo. The man sure does seem to take some liberties with whatever he might be getting his excessively adventurous self into. A wonder he hasn't perished yet. If she ever thinks she's reckless, at least she isn't Volo.]

That's all... incredibly fair. It'd probably be hard for anyone who was a book enthusiast to pick a single genre over the others. Doesn't help that sometimes one's in a mood to read a certain kind of story and that will undoubtedly affect what the preference is, even if only fleetingly.

[Tipping her head this way and that, she finds herself looking about at his collection. She'll have to peruse it for herself at some point. She doesn't mind a little reading material late at night. Provided it's not too complex for her to grasp.]

Have you ever thought about writing a book yourself?

I've entertained the idea a time or two, but thought it'd be something saved for my later years.

[He takes a drink, the barest amount of tension lacing his brow.]

Now, I'll be lucky to have later years at all.

[She should have expected that kind of response. As she turns his words over in her head, she uses her goblet as a means to stall. That's worthy of a very, very long drink.]

We'll find a way.

[It sounds simple, perhaps. A little insensitive of her? She tries not to. Surrender is not something she wants to do. It's not something she's inclined to throw herself to. She must go down fighting.

So too, should he. And if he can't. If he finds that he's unable to, then she will do so for him.]

You might not want to hear that, but I can't give up. I would never forgive myself if I did. I won't ask you to reflect my feelings on that, but I can't listen to you concede so easily.

[Gale smiles so easily at Nepione, albeit a bit ruefully.]

Believe me, conceding is not my intention. I wouldn't be here if it were. It's simply a matter of fact that once all is said and done regarding these tadpoles, I've still got at least one unfortunate condition to contend with.

[She sighs. She can't exactly argue that. They all have their business that they had before this little group of theirs.]

Think we might need to put a rule down for that, too. [In the favour of allowing him to speak freely...] Let's focus on the today. On the here and the now. But, if you find you can't, then... I'll stay anyway. To see if I can bring that heart of yours at least a moment's peace.

[Gale raises an eyebrow.]

It's been some time since I had true peace of mind, but I suppose we've seen no shortage of miracles thus far. Who's to say what else the road ahead will bring?

[With that, he makes it his turn, pivoting toward a question for himself.]

Speaking of the road ahead, what does it hold for you once we go our separate ways?

[He is full of the heavier topics, isn't he. Prying. But fair for him to want to express that curiosity. It's not as though she's really given much information about what her life was like before meeting the others. Her head tilts with some thought as she eyes him. And then, she, perhaps characteristically, laughs a little into her goblet.]

Hm. I have my own things to attend to. Nothing particularly interesting. Or intellectually stimulating, I'm afraid.

[It seems to be all she's willing to say on it. Or perhaps she really does think so little of it.]

Definitely not writing books. Probably not reading many of them, though I like a good book now and then.

[His smile remains as he pushes a little more.]

Perhaps they'll write one about all of us. It might make an interesting read. Regardless, it doesn't matter if your future plans aren't 'intellectually stimulating.' I'm still curious.

That wouldn't surprise me, actually. It'll probably be full of falsehoods and glorified. Romanticised.

[Just like bard songs, actually.

After a long drink from her goblet, she stares at him from over the top. He doesn't seemed inclined to drop it. Is he merely making conversation or does he have a genuine interest? Does it even matter? Clearing her throat, she lowers her drink, simply holding it between her hands.]

I'm looking for something. So I guess I'll just resume my search after things. Provided that... things end up in such a way where that luxury is provided to me.

[Debatable. She's tried not to think too much of the future. Maybe, in that respect, she isn't so different from him.]

Is that what you were doing when you were taken? [And then, as though sensing some degree of avoidance:] You need not give me all the details if you don't want.

Well, yes and no. That was the overall goal, but... [With the touch of a frown, she looks a little frustrated with the situation as a whole.] My memories are a little fuzzy of that particular moment the nautiloid entered everything. But yes.

[Tilting her head, she decides that perhaps he has earned a little more.] I guess I should say that I've been looking for some people. I haven't been successful yet, but I've been looking for a while. It might not be my foremost priority any longer, but I'm still technically doing it whilst we're each looking for something to handle our unwanted companions.

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