A certain pale-faced man, with a dark guitar, took himself to a square and performed for those around. This time, it was somewhat upon request, but any whom were watching may have seen Caron strike some modeling poses and speak with a certain recognizable Krin-like charm...! This square performer seems to be quite the burgeoning bard!







// please feel free to post IC responses to these, whether there for his performances or not! They are all done ICly, but I figure when he performs in a square it should be made 'public' knowledge in case any are interested in the RP! Also, I hope any mentioned or referred to are flattered by it! I do it for fun- not to upset anyone!

*Rania, standing near the back of the crowd laughs delightedly at the song, even going so far as to beg for an encore once the last note of the tune drifts away on the breeze. For reasons unknown to anyone else, the lines focusing on Cuddlemuffin/Honeybuns strikes her as particularly amusing. Before the crowd fully dissipates, she slips off, boarding the ship for Kohlingen with a peculiarly shaped case cradled in her arms*

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Lady Darby, despite her usual attitude towards bards, for whatever reason seems to tolerate this display. Watching the performance while rocking on her heels she seems to hold an amused smirk but doesn't clap at the end of the song, just thanks the bard politely enough. After a bit of talk with the crowd that had appeared she excused herself and headed home.

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Chiania Windleaf-nervous druid/shifter who's happily in love and married to her Seabird, with three "cubs".
Darby Mirth-troubled half-elf with an interest in the sea.
Kaci- short...moody... faithful of Lord Firemane.

Crow listened to the song, with some amusement. He tried to keep time with his hand, tapping on his thigh, but failed miserably. That did not stop him from enjoying a parody about Krin though. The ranger gives a polite clap at the end of the tune, performed by the pale skinned man.

Later, the bard and the lady Rania, accompany Crow to the Oakmist Vale festival grounds, where various people come and go, to visit for a time.

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Aiseth had come into the bailey with some startle at the sounds of melody. Music had never been a known presence in the Fort, and she even told a crossbowman to turn their attention to the source of the sound. Upon seeing a relatively colorful display of talent by the pale and harmless stranger in the otherwise stark floor of the bailey, her alarm subsided and she stood beside Lady Darby Mirth to listen. She did not show any noticeable sign of affection for the music however, and remained as stoic as hoar frost in greeting. Later they began to speak. Generally speaking, there had been a natural dimension of wariness about performing artists who come as north as Wiltun.

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MuseReader: Aiseth Nosdivan- Master Enchantress