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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Brix" data-source="post: 189278" data-attributes="member: 4576">It begins like thisCorynn sat in the semi-shade of the Bullride Tavern and nervously assayed the strings of his old lute. Most dearly he would have liked to hide and fuse himself entirely in the darkened corner next to the smoking fireplace, forever merging with the protecting shadow in order to avoid playing before this aggregation of cutpurses, cutthroats and other such thugs.The most peculiar shapes cavorted themselves in the narrow public room before the yet smaller, shaky, wood scaffolding that should serve Corynn as a stage. None of these crooks made the impression of looking forward to the presentation of the young bard. Instead, Corynn had the feeling that his appearance would only prove disturbing to the conspiratorial murmurings of the guests.Corynn had not imagined the life of a bard to be like this when he passed the portcullis of Gatetown. In tales of the Old Times, Bards enjoyed the highest reputation and were even at the courts of Avardia welcoming guests. They announced the Song of the Upheavel and carried many secrets with them. The greatest of their secrets was spell-singing, which they had learned from the Annoon, the Firstborn.</blockquote>