Awyrgan sat in a surprised silence. It has long been since music lightened my heart, if but for a short moment. He marveled at the instrument of the bard for it was like none he had seen before.
But that is not part of my tale, he told himself and went back to planning the details of his next travel. He looked up and happened to spot the scrawny sandy-haired boy wandering around almost with some uncertantity. That boy was never nervious before. Strange, perhaps the music touched him in some manner. He had better find someone to clean that cut out or I will take him outside and do it myself.
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"Dic, hospes, Spartae, nos te hic vidisse iacentes dum sanctis patriae legibus obsequimur."
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