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<blockquote data-quote="Trouvere" data-source="post: 3851887" data-attributes="member: 37250">&quot;Hurrah!&quot; cries Keldar.&nbsp; &quot;I knew you'd not be able to keep away when you heard I was performing.&nbsp; Innkeeper, another cup for my friend Galwynn.&nbsp; Drink!&quot;&nbsp; He demonstrates.&nbsp; &quot;If that song was not to your liking, I have many more.&nbsp; Let me think.&nbsp; Ah.&nbsp; I know one that will be more suited to your soph- sophis-&quot;&nbsp; He focuses.&nbsp; &quot;So-phis-ti-cation.&quot;Keldar sits next to Rapture.&nbsp; &quot;Now,&quot; he says confidingly to her, &quot;you may have noticed that I at various times have sung songs which might be understood to apply to, well, you.&nbsp; I wish to assure you that this next song does not, not at all.&nbsp; It is not well suited to lofty situations or your... delicate ears, but the simple patrons of this establishment may appreciate it.&quot;&quot;Silence, if you would!&quot; he calls, moving back into an open space.&nbsp; &quot;For your enjoyment, Keldar Warbray will sing again, a song dedicated to my friend, the worthy knight Galwynn Grimesprayed.&quot;&quot;As I was walking out one day&nbsp; &nbsp; In the greenest month of May&nbsp; &nbsp; I heard a foolish squire bragThat he had had a pleasant hourWith his sweetheart in her bower.Talk of this kind is a disgrace,Indulged in only by the base!Indeed, I thought it rather rudeFor him to say that they'd been there;It showed no thought for her welfare.Now I too court a lady sweetWith shining hair, and dancing feet.He would be thoughtless who omitsTo tell the glory of her eyes;They put to shame the bright sunrise.But still my love is pure and chaste,For never yet have we embraced.I'd offer prayer and sing a hymnIf I could thereby gain her heartAnd know that we would never part.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Trouvere, post: 3851887, member: 37250"] "Hurrah!" cries Keldar. "I knew you'd not be able to keep away when you heard I was performing. Innkeeper, another cup for my friend Galwynn. Drink!" He demonstrates. "If that song was not to your liking, I have many more. Let me think. Ah. I know one that will be more suited to your soph- sophis-" He focuses. "So-phis-ti-cation." Keldar sits next to Rapture. "Now," he says confidingly to her, "you may have noticed that I at various times have sung songs which might be understood to apply to, well, you. I wish to assure you that this next song does not, not at all. It is not well suited to lofty situations or your... delicate ears, but the simple patrons of this establishment may appreciate it." "Silence, if you would!" he calls, moving back into an open space. "For your enjoyment, Keldar Warbray will sing again, a song dedicated to my friend, the worthy knight Galwynn Grimesprayed." "As I was walking out one day In the greenest month of May I heard a foolish squire brag That he had had a pleasant hour With his sweetheart in her bower. Talk of this kind is a disgrace, Indulged in only by the base! Indeed, I thought it rather rude For him to say that they'd been there; It showed no thought for her welfare. Now I too court a lady sweet With shining hair, and dancing feet. He would be thoughtless who omits To tell the glory of her eyes; They put to shame the bright sunrise. But still my love is pure and chaste, For never yet have we embraced. I'd offer prayer and sing a hymn If I could thereby gain her heart And know that we would never part." [/QUOTE]

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