Cult of Flint

'Ya got a point there. But who says we don't have music down here?'

He plays and sings a song on his Lute. It is Riptide by VanceJoy. 

Some of the others join in

"I was scared of dentists and the dark" He starts singing

'I was scared of pretty girls and starting conversations' 'actually, yeah, I still am!' He jokes

*Tyrion plays along on his electric guitar*

'That is so cool! Rock Riptide!'

He offers him a carton of takeaway noodles

"No thanks. Anyway, how do you know of surface music? Have you been up there before?"

'Yeah, it's not like I never leave here, I gotta go out and sell my finds, buy food. I'm a scavenger ya know, always need some nice shiny coins! And they don't just drop from the ceiling! Most of the time, anyway. You'd be amazed, the sort of stuff that gets dropped or dumped down here'

"If you search the waste you might find coins and stuff, it's disgusting but people are dumb."

'That's exactly what I do!' a smile stretches across his face. 'What ya mean, disgusting?'

"Sorry, it's a surface thing."

'Yeah, ya right! Whereas, a necklace on a rotted corpse, a coin in a pile of filth, well, that's always fair game! The rats raised me well!'

"I see they...uh did quite well."

'Yeah! This is the life, right?' He swims a couple lengths in the pool of sewage, with the rest of the cultists.

"Yep."

'And, ya know, about the whole cult thing, I'm not really a god or whatever these people seem to think. At first, I tried to tell them to stop following me and that they didn't have to copy my lifestyle, but now I kinda appreciate the company.'

"Do they worship you or something?"

'Kinda. Some of them think I'm some kind of great prophet. I mean, I have visions of stuff- a big war over multiple universes, a weird voice in my head, but I wouldn't go so far as to think I was worth following. But now, these guys are living in the drains as scavengers and talking to rats, just because it's what I did. And they seem to like it'

(LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE)

*yep. Big lore*

A rat scuttles up to Tyrion and looks at him inquisitively

"Sup, rat guy? Can you translate, Flint?"