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"Ye mean does he work at all?" Bellswoth chimes in between a large gulp of wine. Pitree elbows him in the stomach, causing him to spit some of his wine onto the bar.
"Bugger you, Belly! You know I ain't been able to work proper since me leg went bum. Anyway, I do hand out playbills at the Sandpoint Theater, do a bit o' town-cryin' and such. Cydrak gives me a few coppers fer that and a seat in the commons whenever I want. I become what some like to say a fishyman of such works as a results."
"Aficionado," Bellswoth corrects him.
"Whatever," Pitree shrugs and swigs down more wine. "Anyways, I also happen to fancies meself a bit of a singer. Have you ever heard the Maiden of Riddleport? Oh, it's a gem. Perhaps, I'll sing it for the crowd after a few more cups."
"You've had enough already," complains Bellswoth. "And you still owe me for the last five."
"Yer welcome to come collectin' at me mansion in Magnimar once I become a right proper singer and gain the patronage of some wealthy lord," the drunkard chides back.
The two banter like this back and forth endlessly until they are so deep in their cups they are about to fall off the bar. Eventually, Pitree make good on his promise. He gets up on the stage and offers his rendition of Maiden of Riddleport, but he is so drunk and his words so slurred it might as well be Storval's Bastard Brother. The audience laughs along with Pitree at the baudy verses nonetheless as they all seem to know them well, and everyone has a good time of it.
About halfway through the final verse, Vandalin and Marcas hear a wizened voice call out to them from below, "Excuse me, but did I hear you two say something outside about books?".
You look down to see an aged, but spry gnome, a cup of mead in one hand and a playbill from "The Pixie's Fancy" in the other. "Veznutt Parooh's the name," he says cheerily, setting the playbill down and shaking your hands. "I happen to own the finest library in Sandpoint, The Way North. It's on Cliff Street right by the Northgate. I'd be delighted to show you my collection sometime, travelers. Always good to meet a fellow scholar. I happen to have a first edition copy of Karzoug the Destroyer, thrilling reading about an ancient Thassilionian wizard, and a cruel one at that. If it's a lesson you want to learn, that tome can teach you quite a bit. These plays are an idle fancy and they entertain the masses, but many are not to be taken too seriously... well, not the comedies anyway."
"Bugger you, Belly! You know I ain't been able to work proper since me leg went bum. Anyway, I do hand out playbills at the Sandpoint Theater, do a bit o' town-cryin' and such. Cydrak gives me a few coppers fer that and a seat in the commons whenever I want. I become what some like to say a fishyman of such works as a results."
"Aficionado," Bellswoth corrects him.
"Whatever," Pitree shrugs and swigs down more wine. "Anyways, I also happen to fancies meself a bit of a singer. Have you ever heard the Maiden of Riddleport? Oh, it's a gem. Perhaps, I'll sing it for the crowd after a few more cups."
"You've had enough already," complains Bellswoth. "And you still owe me for the last five."
"Yer welcome to come collectin' at me mansion in Magnimar once I become a right proper singer and gain the patronage of some wealthy lord," the drunkard chides back.
The two banter like this back and forth endlessly until they are so deep in their cups they are about to fall off the bar. Eventually, Pitree make good on his promise. He gets up on the stage and offers his rendition of Maiden of Riddleport, but he is so drunk and his words so slurred it might as well be Storval's Bastard Brother. The audience laughs along with Pitree at the baudy verses nonetheless as they all seem to know them well, and everyone has a good time of it.
About halfway through the final verse, Vandalin and Marcas hear a wizened voice call out to them from below, "Excuse me, but did I hear you two say something outside about books?".
You look down to see an aged, but spry gnome, a cup of mead in one hand and a playbill from "The Pixie's Fancy" in the other. "Veznutt Parooh's the name," he says cheerily, setting the playbill down and shaking your hands. "I happen to own the finest library in Sandpoint, The Way North. It's on Cliff Street right by the Northgate. I'd be delighted to show you my collection sometime, travelers. Always good to meet a fellow scholar. I happen to have a first edition copy of Karzoug the Destroyer, thrilling reading about an ancient Thassilionian wizard, and a cruel one at that. If it's a lesson you want to learn, that tome can teach you quite a bit. These plays are an idle fancy and they entertain the masses, but many are not to be taken too seriously... well, not the comedies anyway."
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