Keldar stops short and strange emotions play over his face. He talks low and fierce to Tarag, and several times he points at other members of the party.[sblock=Tarag]"Listen," he says, "I don't doubt my worth. I'm Keldar, Keldar Warbray, and there will be songs sung, even if I have to sing them myself at first. I throw barbs, you say, and I joke and jest and talk nonsense until my jaw aches. It's a habit I can't seem to break. There've been some strange things happen to me in my life."
"Look at Galwynn, stomping along, scowling. He looks angry, but he's not alone, Halina's always with him. You think I despise him? I admire his sense of purpose, and... I wish I were more like him - and if you breathe a word of that, I'll… I'll pick the lock on your front door and fill your forge with rust monsters! And Rapture – something bad happened to her, you can tell, she hints at it, but she's found a way through it. She's - well, never mind that. And you – you're devoted to your god and your craft."
"But I don't have that kind of faith. I live by my wits, and by being quick, and if people call me thief and think I'm a fool with an empty head and cease paying attention to me, so much the better. I'm safer when I'm the only one not kept off-balance.
"There, now you know a secret or two, as if it weren't obvious to anyone who did pay attention. Enough. Songs I understand. If you can hear the song of a rapier, then I'd be pleased to learn it and to sing it with you. And then somewhere I'll put it to good use. Because, whatever, I am still..."[/sblock]"Keldar Warbray!" he shouts, suddenly. He gives Tarag a peculiar look with an eyebrow quirked.
