"So... where does a big guy like you go home to? The dungeon seems to be out of your usual comfort zone", Crispin quipped with a raised brow.

Dilly laughed loud and deep, smacking the gray courser with his long tail.

"Crispin! I'm a normal sized guy, I promise! You're just a bit small is all!" he declared and did a few little rhythmic piaffe steps. Crispin looked at him with tiredness, the bard being a walking talking event by himself. Not ideal for dungeon dwelving, not ideal for... most things that didn't need loudness.

"And my home is wherever I'm needed! With the wonderful barmaids, with the lonely widows, with the story-hungry children and with the bored nobles! I will rest my weary head anywhere soft enough - though my preference is of course on the smooth rumps of ladie-"

"OKAY, enough of that. You're scaring off the lizards. Let's practice your inside voice a bit, Dilly. And inside hooves", Crispin spoke loudly, trotting forward to try and instill at least some sense of urgency to the loud heraldic.