One takes the bug with a quiet 'thank you', and eats it quickly.

When the suggestion to see the town is given he looks back towards the inn, and then up to Deka - the idea is intimidating, but he feels a little bit less scared curled up against Deka.

"Could go for a few minutes. Should tell the cleric though."

    "I'll do it!" Phantasm heads in, and Figment gives One a friendly nudge and hops over him onto Deka's shoulder.

She nuzzles him with her cheek, hands full. "What'd you find?"

        "Wuk. Bards."

"Nice. You like music, One?"

"...Music? I don't- know? M'sorry?"

"Well. Go find out, then. Show me?" she asks Figment, and he leads the way across several bridges and platforms - varyingly crowded, but Deka balks at the worst of it without One having to say anything, and Figment flies off to find an alternate route when he notices. It's during one of these pauses, when they're waiting for him to come back, that a young elf with feathers elaborately braided into her hair comes up to them.

    "Hey! You're new."

"Mmhmm. Passing through."

    "That's cool. What kind of animal is that?"

"Wizard-made. Not an animal, he talks."

    "Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude."

One had tucked himself tighter against Deka at the elf's approach, hiding against her, but at the apology pokes his head slightly out, although he doesn't seem to know how to actually respond to the apology - doesn't even seem sure if he's the one being addressed.

Deka pets him reassuringly and gives him a second to reply.

...Okay, that seems to indicate that he should be responding?

"I-" he starts, and then shrinks back a little. "S'okay?"

"He's shy, it's okay." She keeps petting.

    "Okay. I was going to say I have a friend who likes painting strange animals, she might pay you to sit for her while you're here. If you want, I mean."

"Mm, maybe. Or bring my griffon friends over - little ones, housecat size."

    "Oh, she'd love that, she's talked about going to see some griffons. She's at the top of the big maple tree on the south side of town, you can tell her Tia sent you."

"If I have time. Thanks!"

    "Thank you!" And she goes about her business.

"You okay?"

He nuzzles her arm to reassure her that he heard as he thinks about that. "I...think so? That was..." He doesn't really have the words for it.

"Little strange, yeah. Do you.... know, what she was talking about?"

"Uh- drawing? I think? Sort of? Someone drawing...me, or Figment or Phantasm?"

"Mmhmm. And pay for it - give you money. Money is, if you want someone to do something, or give you something, and they aren't - a friend, or a cleric, someone you can just ask, you can give them money, instead. And they - do the same, later, for something else they want. Like a trade, a little."

"...So...earning your keep? Kind of?"

"Mmhmm. Don't worry about that, we've got you, but it's nice to have your own money. Can get things without asking." Figment comes back, and she starts following him again. "Want to see the market later, see what you could get here?"

"...Maybe? Probably busy?"

"Probably, yeah. It can wait."

He relaxes a tiny amount at that. "Thank you," he murmurs.

She gives him a little squeeze. "I don't get to make you do things."

He nuzzles her arm a little. "...Feels weird. Thinking like that."

"Mm. Part of why it was bad, there. Taught you the wrong things."

One hums an acknowledgement, and seems to be thinking about that rather than giving a more complex response.

She'll carry him along quietly, then.

It's not too much farther to where the bards are performing - it's a little band, with pipes, a small harp, a lute, and the lead singer wearing bells on his wrists, singing about the beauty of summer. It's crowded around them, but not too bad a level above, and they can find a spot by the railing to watch as well as listen; Figment gives One a nuzzle and flits off to find Phantasm and tell him where they are.

One responds to the nuzzle in kind before extending his head out to watch the bards. After a little, his head starts to bob in time to the music.

He's very cute.

"Like it?"

"I- think so?" he says, a little uncertainly, but continuing to bob his head, and seeming almost happy.