A Bards Whim
Posted: 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.
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.