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Gene_Kynes
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Sighing, Gene swirls around the contents of his glass.
"All my songs seem to do...is...either sadden people, relieve the mourning...or make people happy. Never inspire rage, lust, nor discomfort. Guess I've got a lil't'learn? Oh...an' we do?"
Gene glances to the left...and soon hears the rapid breathing of the young elf. He looks back to Khaira.
"You two...talk. An'...I'm sure Lady Hoot could at least...analyze it. I'll...be right back."
He winks at the bard, before dissapearing...
A short distance away, Kulideb feels the soft, tattered surface of a certain...signiture...black cloak on her arm. When she looks to it's owner...she sees nothing more but a face concealed by the shadows of a cut-up hood. Strands of silvered and black hair are faintly visible through the hood.
"Little young to be in a fine establishment like this...are you not?"
"All my songs seem to do...is...either sadden people, relieve the mourning...or make people happy. Never inspire rage, lust, nor discomfort. Guess I've got a lil't'learn? Oh...an' we do?"
Gene glances to the left...and soon hears the rapid breathing of the young elf. He looks back to Khaira.
"You two...talk. An'...I'm sure Lady Hoot could at least...analyze it. I'll...be right back."
He winks at the bard, before dissapearing...
A short distance away, Kulideb feels the soft, tattered surface of a certain...signiture...black cloak on her arm. When she looks to it's owner...she sees nothing more but a face concealed by the shadows of a cut-up hood. Strands of silvered and black hair are faintly visible through the hood.
"Little young to be in a fine establishment like this...are you not?"