Cromthal was embarased to find a tear like a tiny jewel on his cheeck. Exasperated, he quickly wiped it away with his hand.
"Forgive me, that song makes me want to weep. Well Rirrym, my people have three general types of song or music. The joyous song, the lament, and the lullaby. I can play just about anything, you start and I'll accompany you."
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"I'm your huckleberry....that's just my game."
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