It's what I know

There were few things he understood about the world, lesser things about himself but there were two truths Frank was certain of. He loved music and held firm attractions towards women, despite the niggling gut wretching feeling whenever he got remotely close to an interested one. This patron seemed to understanding his harmless jesting, fingers plucking out a grateful merry tune. [color=#e86e04]“Much obliged, dear ser?”[/color] He gave a half-bow as his body rested against the bar. Eyes scanning him over for inspiration to what may suit his tastes.

[color=#e86e04]“A drink is fair, a night of music and storytelling helps ease troubled minds but between a woman’s legs is the true heaven no?”[/color] the bard would snicker, tongue catching between his teeth as he flashed the man a knowing wink. [color=#e86e04]“For me it is anyway.” [/color]

As he waited on the barkeep to deliver the drinks, Frank drew back up his bow. His shoulders shrugged at the question. [color=#e86e04]“Truthfully? I … think I have been here before, but I can’t quite recall the details, or when it was.”[/color] It was a fact he was quickly having to come to terms with, the lack of certainty about anything and everything and one he met was a daily discovery and only cautiously approaching them would he understand if they meant him ill or not. Such was a bards life, one didn’t always know if they were seducing, even innocently, the lover or partner of some magistrate or not. [color=#e86e04]“I haven’t had anyone’s husband come knocking, so.. So far so good?”[/color]