“In this case, I believe they’re also interested in the dining,” Daud observes. “But I can take care of that part.”

After a moment of rummaging, he produces a slightly squashed bit of bread out of a coat pocket and breaks it up for the birds, scattering it in turn. A burst of music and clapping a few streets over catches the tiefling’s ear briefly, and he tilts his head in its direction.

“Hm. That’s what was missing last time. Accompaniment.”