'Sure thing. If you're anything like me, you'll like it'. Flint points to a small pipe in the wall that leads downwards into the gloom. 'It's this way' he calls out, sliding down. 

They make their way through a labyrinth of underground passages. Flint hums quietly, the notes resonating off the curved walls. He likes it down here. They crawl through an especially tight and foul pipe until they are in a stone chamber. It looks like a regular sewer, except from one of the grilles, there is a stream of perfectly pure water. Well, not pure for long, as it soon intermingles with the rest of the filth. There's a ragged mat next to the grille, which is where Flint usually sits to meditate. The only light, which is muted and weak, comes from a grate in the ceiling, and there is a net across the channel which Flint set up to catch any 'valuables'. 'What do you think?'

'It's great, isn't it? A nice shady sanctuary, if you don't mind the smell.' There is a skeleton on the floor, which she might notice

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'Oh, he's so sweet! I'm gonna call him Broomtail'

 * you can homebrew it however you want lol. Tho I'm sure you could find stuff online *

The man smiles. "The name fits"

Flint appreciates Broomtail very much. He follows him down into the sewers. Broomtail, being a broom, is not too happy with the cleanliness, but gets on very well with the rats

Flint picks up a battered lute, sits on a wooden crate, and starts to play a song. 

*Yes*

Flint stops singing, believing he has hurt her somehow. By the way, this is what he was singing

'Lady, running down to the riptide, taken away to the dark side, I wanna be your left hand man. I love you, when you're singing that song and I've got a lump in my throat 'cause you're gonna sing the words wrong' *Yes it's Riptide*

'Are you ok? I'm sorry if I've hurt you somehow'

'I'm sorry to hear about it'

'I'm sorry. I hope you find more kind people. You know, not everyone up there is bad. The kid in the yellow raincoat, if you see him, he's okay. But I know what you mean. So many are so quick to judge. Me, I guess I'm not really in the position to judge'

'I'm sorry.'

'Of course I can.'

'There's this play that I think you'll like, this guy decides to quit his job and head to Stonekeep City, this ranger's running from himself, and she's been living on the highest shelf' he continues. He's not much of a performer at all, but he's voice is decent, and the notes resonate around the stone brick walls