Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapter Twenty Eight
"is to find out if this village has any bards or minstrels or anyone else who can play an instrument or keep time on a drum. and then teach them my theme song. i want it played as i strut out onto the balcony."
Tamlin
It was the voice of a bard or a minstrel, lovely and lilting. anabiel swallowed and gripped the handle of her pail tighter. "good evening," she replied, her voice shaking. "tis a cold night to send a daughter out for water," he said.
FOR A WISH
She passed through jugglers, minstrels, drunkards, sadists, masochists, sodomites, looking for entrance to the next floor. it didn't take long for her to be noticed, being the only one wearing actual clothes.