| Thomas left the inn and went out into the summer sun. He shook Ren's hand, and patted him on the back as he turned to leave. It was hard to leave the place that he had called home, and the man that was near a father for him.
He really didn't have a choice though. He remembered the debt he owed to the Feylord, Midnight. The note stuck to the wall could only be fate. Glad he had saved enough gold for a sturdy blade and good armor, he went to see who his employer could be.
Thomas moved to the well, looking around for anybody else who volunteered. Seeing himself the first one, he sat, his back to the cool stone of the well. He looked around, townspeople were already whispering him name, and nodding in his direction. He was used to the attention, he played at the Dragon's Den nightly. He wasn't one though to turn down the opportunity for a performance. He pulled out his harmonica, and began to play a rousing marching tune. | 
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