Stone's Throw

[Andreas Amell]

"Yes and yet also, no. I would truly enjoy speaking with such an artiste but I fear that she would be revealed to have feet of flawed clay." He sighs deeply, head shaking but not enough to disrupt his view of the stage. "After all, the saying 'never met your heroes in the tavern' is so common for a reason."

[GamesMaster]

"Is perfection required to be inspiring?" asks Cameron, thoughtfully stroking their beard. 

[Andreas Amell]

"Perfection? No, not at all. Flaws are merely facets when viewed with a curious mind. No, it's... artifice, fakery, that I fear. If, for instance, I were to discover that Miss Salami though her audiences merely rubes useful for ticket sales or that she disliked her art and did this merely for coin... well."

[GamesMaster]

"Oh, no worries there. Her grandmother was Astean. She's interested in art for art's sake."

[Andreas Amell]

"Is that so?" Andreas asks, perking up "Agathion, I would wager, given her voice and eyes." He tries to recall his Grandne's lessons, then hazards uncertainly, "Cetaceal perhaps?"

[GamesMaster]

"She said some kind of agathian royalty, I just can't recall the name of it now," admits Cameron.

[Andreas Amell]

Agathion royalty? I don't recall Grandne talking about such... Though to be fair, I never really went further than overviews on that topic. "I see," he says out loud, nodding. 

[GamesMaster]

"You should come say hi after the show. I'll ask her what it was, again."

[Andreas Amell]

"You know her then, I gather?"

[GamesMaster]

"Oh, yeah. She hangs out with us sometimes."

[Andreas Amell]

"Us being the... Community house you mentioned earlier?"

[GamesMaster]

Cameron nods. "We all live together, but Heidi only visits."

[Andreas Amell]

"Do you have visitors often?" Dreas asks, thinking himself rather subtle.

[GamesMaster]

"Oh, every few days or so. Heidi is in a relationship with Pip, so she stops by every so often out of dress to bring by flowers or just catch up on gossip."

[Andreas Amell]

Out of-- ah, it's a nudist household? I never understood the allure but to each their own. "I see," he repeats, nodding, as he mulls over various ideas. "What other kinds of artiste and artisans dwell in your... household community?"