The dulcet tones of Landroval Eldanar had just faded as the sound of a few coins could be heard being added to a hat. As the young bard leaned over to collect his bounty a large booted foot stepped towards his fingers pulling back the coins in the hat. "Ho, ho young fop you don't think to come play in my Inn and not pay your tab did you?"
Flipping the only copper he was left with the poet smiled for he had seen some real interest in his story of the Eladanar's tonight and had actually not had to run up his tab in the process....a most wonderful success in his opinion....there was the matter of his benefactors however....
Two serious looking Dunedain and a red-bearded Dwarf wanted to speak to him of his songs.
"Ah, my friends, I see you enjoyed my song....alas my throat is dry."
Staring balefully Landroval finished the ale that the armored Dunedain...Brac...had just bought him much to the the chagrin of the Dwarf.
Having no further patience for the back and forth conversation and niceties the Bard, Ranger, and Knight were exchanging Hagrim finally slapped the table..."enough talk! Listen you fop are you of the Eldanar clan or is me friend here wasting his time."
"Yes, my height challenged friend, I am the seventh son...lover, poet, friend to all and performer of the dulcet tones you enjoyed this evening."
It was only after many more ale with Hagrim and Galador helping Brac and Landroval into the common room that Landroval agreed to talk to his father on their behalf. Landroval recognized the gift horse he was looking in the muzzle but still was reluctant....prooving that he was worthy to his father and restoring some honour to the Eldanar name was a noble cause....it was a step he was not sure he was willing to take yet.
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