Ataxia looks down at the depressed donkey and pats its bristly mane. "Buck up, Glumpy," he says, giving the sad looking donkey a name.
"Get me there and back again and there might just be a shiny new carrot in it for you. Or I'll take you into town and we can drink until we're tattooed."
The gnome isn't having to worry about the donkey being overly anxious to get going, like those haughty, highfalutin horses. It seems his mount is the equine equivalent of Prozac, it's ears and eyes down and its mouth in an odd frown.
At the mention of a joke, Ataxia perks up, seeming to remember something from his past. "I know a joke!"
The gnome tries to turn his stead but the docile donkey doesn't budge. Instead, the gnome turns in the saddle to face Carver.
"I heard it from a half elf named Rykyle I used to adventure with. He had bucked teeth something bad, but he was missing one of them, so he talked with a 'lithp', whatever THAT is."
He looks at the witch and somehow remains oblivious to the daggers she was shooting his way from her eyes.
"So we fell out of the back of a racing fur wagon, dressed in drag, and rolled headlong into a vegetable stand. He told me his joke as we laid there and I said, 'Ha ha ha, Rykyle, that was funny!!' "
He casts a sidelong glance at Cynric and admonishes, "And don't ruin the joke, Cynric, as I'm positive you must know it."
"Okay, Carver the Not-Gnome...What's orange and sounds like a parrot?"
He looks quickly at the pirate and blurts, so the scoundrel can't beat him to the punch.
The gnome then breaks into unstoppable laughter, leaning over the coming almost eye to eye with his donkey. "Did you hear that, Glumpy? A carrot!"
When the glum stead doesn't respond, the gnome stops laughing and looks pleadingly at his mount, adopting a serious tone.
"Awe c'mon Glumpy... Why the long face?"
When Redarm asks if anyone has more questions, the gnome can't choose just one from the dozens running through his mind, so he remains quiet and simply shakes his head.