[color=#c14700]“... Don’t threaten me with a good time, now.”[/color] The bard would chuckle loudly. Ah. What could go wrong in a City that was hell bent on imploding in on itself? This city had little in terms of stability, neigh, its very reputation was that it was constantly in some crisis. Still, Frank played up, feigning hurt, that he’d do such things.[color=#c14700] “Rukus? Me? Never.... Well, perhaps a little.” [/color]
He’d need little encouragement. Hands deftly taking back up his instrument to begin a playful and uplifting jig. [color=#c14700]“C’mon, C’mon! We need some singers!”[/color] He’d rouse, voice becoming melodic as the cheeky tune came flowing from his lips. He’d work the room, encouraging and teasing other patrons out to carry the tune enough that he could pause to take a gulp or two of his ale. [color=#c14700]“We need to get the warden singing, c’mon, take the next song my friend!” [/color]
He’d need little encouragement. Hands deftly taking back up his instrument to begin a playful and uplifting jig. [color=#c14700]“C’mon, C’mon! We need some singers!”[/color] He’d rouse, voice becoming melodic as the cheeky tune came flowing from his lips. He’d work the room, encouraging and teasing other patrons out to carry the tune enough that he could pause to take a gulp or two of his ale. [color=#c14700]“We need to get the warden singing, c’mon, take the next song my friend!” [/color]
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