[It's okay, Ramza, Mr. Jiminy is here to chaperone you.]
The Bard smiled. "Is it? I can't tell." She looked upwards, turning to gaze at the state of the room. As she was waiting for Ramza, the Barkeep searched for a chair that would hold his weight, but ended up sitting on the floor as well. It wasn't the cleanest of seats, but hadn't they listened to her music while sleeping on the floor?
Kinda nostalgic, when I think about it.
With the two ready, the Bard plucked at her lute and began to sing. With Ramza as her audience, her tune takes a happier tone, a song about pure love between a young man and woman who met under an apple tree in the springtime. There were a few metaphors involved apples that caused the Barkeep to glance at Ramza to check if the reference didn't fly over his head. She didn't know many songs that didn't delve into bawdy territory, but this one was one of the tamer ones.
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It's okay, Ramza, Mr. Jiminy is here to chaperone you.]The Bard smiled. "Is it? I can't tell." She looked upwards, turning to gaze at the state of the room. As she was waiting for Ramza, the Barkeep searched for a chair that would hold his weight, but ended up sitting on the floor as well. It wasn't the cleanest of seats, but hadn't they listened to her music while sleeping on the floor?
Kinda nostalgic, when I think about it.
With the two ready, the Bard plucked at her lute and began to sing. With Ramza as her audience, her tune takes a happier tone, a song about pure love between a young man and woman who met under an apple tree in the springtime. There were a few metaphors involved apples that caused the Barkeep to glance at Ramza to check if the reference didn't fly over his head. She didn't know many songs that didn't delve into bawdy territory, but this one was one of the tamer ones.