Your cantrips get a happy, crack-toothed grin from the big man, and the raven-haired woman's fingers rise up demurely to cover a smile of her own. Even the young man seems amused as he sits down at the older man's side.<br/><br/>"Dried meat and bread will do fine for a stock." The old man says, tut-tutting at the statement of "simple" fare. "And an amount like that is worth a fair share of our stew."<br/><br/>He motions, and a little girl scampers up to accept the bundle of rations, while the old man plucks idly at the strings of his fiddle.<br/><br/>"Mage apprentice, you say... perhaps you would like to travel with us? We are off to Cheliax, to play for the Empress herself. Music and capers to make the devils weep, that is what they will say when we leave!" The old man chuckles wildly, and his fingers fly in a quick, jangling tune on the fiddle. "And displays of light and fire always draw crowds. It is not the most affluent of lifestyles, to be true, but we never go hungry, and drink deep in every town we visit..."