Open The Bilge In The Bucket Under His Wing

[Silvertongue Songfox]

“Oh, my Uncle Chokra!” Silvertongue nodded. “Yes, of course I know him. Is he looking for me?” Silvertongue looked past Corda and Berchar, scanning the docks.

“I could have sworn I told him the name of the tavern I was staying at… did he ask you two for help?” Silvertongue turned back to the two beasts before him. “He’s not too worried, is he? I’d hate to make him worry.”

 

[Corda & Cordan LeConte]

Corda frowned at the new information. Chokra already knew where Silvertongue was? But then why had he gone searching for his nephew as if he hadn't? "Sir," she asked, keeping her voice quiet, "is there anyone else in your family who might be searching for you? The beast we encountered claimed to be your uncle, but he seemed to have no idea where you were." She glanced to Berchar, checking for his reaction to this strange development.

 

[Silvertongue Songfox]

"Sir?" Silvertongue asked with a chuckle. "Oh, Sir!" Silvertongue repeated in a posh mock voice, before letting out a hearty laugh. "Please! You needn't call me Sir! Just call me Silvertongue. When we become friends, you can call me Silvie." He smiled, before Corda's question gave him pause. "Well... my father... he, um... passed away. And I haven't seen my mother in a very long time." He explained softly. "The only other beast that I can think of is my father-in-law... but that's a different beast entirely."

He seemed very troubled. "I can assure you, if the beast you met claimed to be my Uncle Chokra, then it is him. Please, I do appreciate what concern you beasts have for me, but my Uncle... as off-putting as he may be... I know he means well. I'm not surprised he forgot where I was staying. He takes to the drink more often than not."

Silvertongue's eyes flicked to the ground, the smile wiped from his face. It was the truth. But not the whole truth.