A Bards Whim

Theory · Post by **Theory** » Wed Dec 31, 2008 9:22 pm

You walk past the wall of the workshop in Trolls Bane and notice a slip of paper cleanly written upon.

Greetings sirs and madams. My name is Cleril, and I am a humble bard. I shall be wandering the streets of Trolls Bane from time to time, wishing for an ear to listen to my poems. I carry many assortment of wares. Writings of love, death, life, people, intellect, and even some humor for kicks. You should find me easy to find, as I am but a young teen looking for ears. As a smith makes his money from the forge, I make mine from the words. In other words, donations are appreciated if you would like my work to continue. If you find me, I would happily recite for you, if the mood suites you well. I often fish on the pier north of the hospital, should you wish to find me. Good tidings.

Juliana D'cheyne · Post by **Juliana D'cheyne** » Thu Jan 01, 2009 1:03 am

Juliana, keeping the hood of her cloak up walking mainly in the shadows possibly not seen by many as she abruptly stops to listen to the bard. Grinning, she takes some coins from her bag throwing them at his feet before turning away....the reflection of sun on copper all that is seen.