The World of Layonara
In-Character Forums => The Silver Buckle => Topic started by: mixafix on July 16, 2010, 06:40:30 AM
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*A short cowled figure quickly places a poem before departing through the crowded Inn*
[SIZE=16]There was a young Bard from Mistone[/SIZE]
[SIZE=16]Resplendent in tabard of deep red[/SIZE]
[SIZE=16]Love songs he did once sing[/SIZE]
[SIZE=16]But rebel songs he now sang[/SIZE]
[SIZE=16]And at Rael he was then hung![/SIZE]
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Having heard this from a regular patron sometime later - "He talkin' about you, there, frilly?" - Andrew only snorts and shakes his head.
"Can't be. I'm not from Mistone." He proceeds to an abbreviated set before heading out.
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*Ranéwin's expression falls as she reads the words of the poem, unable to help herself from storming out of the inn, a morbid expression upon her face*