Post by irishmagician on Jun 21, 2011 11:46:03 GMT -4
Darvil sat down across from the bard. "Alas, I have gone from Darvil the Alchemist to Darvil the Mason to Darvil the Most Recently Unemployed. Perhaps my time in this town is not my own. I think I should like to see the world in my remaining years..."
Garan almost levitates off his chair in excitement, his eyes glittering with curiosity.
"But Sir Darvil, it is THAT kind of story that is the most precious to collect! A tale of tragedy, of insurmountable trials and obstacles to overcome! One can only imagine the turns and cliffhangers that your story may have in the future! I am most saddened that you would not think that it is not worthy to be heard, or at the very least recorded, Sir Darvil. If not now, I would be honored to record thine tale when thou wouldst permit it."
The minstrel's hand, which had unconciously grabbed the quill and had been hovering over a page in preparation, fell away disappointedly from his book.
Garan almost levitates off his chair in excitement, his eyes glittering with curiosity.
"But Sir Darvil, it is THAT kind of story that is the most precious to collect! A tale of tragedy, of insurmountable trials and obstacles to overcome! One can only imagine the turns and cliffhangers that your story may have in the future! I am most saddened that you would not think that it is not worthy to be heard, or at the very least recorded, Sir Darvil. If not now, I would be honored to record thine tale when thou wouldst permit it."
The minstrel's hand, which had unconciously grabbed the quill and had been hovering over a page in preparation, fell away disappointedly from his book.
