Wes looked extremely proud of his farfetched story, wiggling his eyebrows at Kilik as he extended his arms outwards, waiting for applause that would never come.
He was especially excited to explain of concepts outside of time where aqueducts specifically used for toiletries had been a norm and where devices could be used to communicate in an instant. But such ideas would have had him burned for witchcraft had he not have been reputable for wild tales and unorthodox stories in the first place.
His troop lived on the edge, wondering when the ministry would catch their antics and be after their heads. Wes often assured them, telling them that the authorities wouldn't believe tall tales from bitter, failing bards in the area. It only mattered that they enjoyed themselves in this world full of hidden gems. Nothing else could make them falter.