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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Kobold Stew" data-source="post: 9687089" data-attributes="member: 23484">"Aye, that I can," Anson agrees, flattered that his flelow outdoorsman remembers. He does not draw forth his instrument right away. The procession still has far to travel.The observant notice that he has slowed his gait slightly, so that his pace will match the melody he soon plays. When he draws the flute and holds it to his lips, there is a moment before he exhales. The song that comes forth is not his finest song, nor the specific one that Caer had requested (that is a song for twilight, but a simple melody to a 4/4 time that fits the procession. Some listeners will know the words, and may sing along.When the winds are blowing, blowing,leaves climb to the sky.Soon it will be snowing, snowing,and the larks will fly.They'll fly away, love, fly awayThey will not come back home todayOur fondness for them growing, growing,when the larks will fly.[ooc]Assuming advantage for combining skill and tool, the song rolls a <a href="https://www.coyotecode.net/roll/lookup.php?rollid=297566" target="_blank">16</a> [for my ref only]. Not submlime success, but surely competent enough for the occasion.[/ooc]</blockquote>