My Home is a Person...

Bajie grinned, a warm chuckle escaping him. It’s a bit easier these days to not let anyone profit too much off my work, at least not without adequately compensating me. And I can see you've been keeping yourself busy. Across the sea, huh? Well, the world is a big place, full of opportunities. Just remember to be careful, Flea. He took another sip of his drink, his gaze holding a hint of the old protective concern. It felt good to see her, but it was also quite easy to slip back into the worry wort he used to be about Flea. She was like a daughter to him, training her to be a puppet in Andruil’s fighting rings had been bitter sweet. Not that he minded training her to fight, only that he knew how dangerous the fighting rings could be, no matter how well trained one was, especially when some cheated.

You should come see Arlathan with me. It’s a lot different than it was back in our day. With the right people running it and the right people backing the people running it. There was a bit of a scuffle over it, Elgar’nan tried to get his dirty hands on it, but the good people of Arlathan won out in the end and someone I consider a friend is running things now. He explained, he didn’t know Megara super well, but he was a decent judge of character and felt confident she was the right sort that Arlathan needed in these times. She didn’t exactly want to be a leader, but then the good ones rarely did.