What was so funny? Lyr could have expected many things - this elf wasn't the most predictable of creatures, to say the last - but
laughter... he must be touched in the head. Brain-fever, of something. The vagaran looked at the elf somewhat pityingly. For surely Kenkuroi couldn't be laughing at him! There was nothing there to laugh at, to be sure: Lyr was as good a citizen as any, as smart a citizen as any, as worthy a man as... feth, he'd danced with the queen once!
"Being thane has absolutely nothing to do with changing diapers," he replied, slinging his pack back onto his shoulders.
"Otherwise I'd be a mess at it, and who'd be to blame? That's woman's work."
He glanced at Rose, who was still wriggling in discomfort, but clearly liked her current position better than that she had been in up until the last few minutes. Yes, this elf was definitely softened from brain-fever or some such sickness - either that or it was true what the Nimâlni said, that the light elves were pansies and weak. Out of sheer pity, the Jaedaxian youth didn't voice the thought but merely took a look around to see whether there was any promising-looking storefront, as Kenkuroi had suggested. It was still quite early in the brightening, but a number of them had already opened and the street was notably more crowded than it had been when the two had bumped into one another. Off to one side, so small that it was hardly a wonder that neither of the two had noticed before, a banner hanging over a smallish booth proclaimed to all and sundry that Kerwin sold healing herbs and remedies. It didn't seem to be much in use, and the countertop, Lyr's spotty experience decided, was as good as anything for a change of babywear.
"How about that? Might even have some of that... what was it... powder?" Lyr stuck his scruff-lined chin out in the direction of the booth and then followed his own advice by approaching a bit closer, peer behind the banner to discern it's occupant...
continuing
here.