Ayden Wyvernspur - Priest
Jarval said:
Andreas shifts uncomfortably under Ayden's gaze, already unhappy with his own need for money. Once the sheriff has left, he speaks with the priest.
"I do hope you realise that I wouldn't have asked for gold unless my need was truly desperate. I have less than a dozen coins to my name as of tonight, and I'm many, many miles from my home." He runs his hand back through his hair, letting out a deep sigh.
"I fear I am not the most financially able man in the world. But I am sure you don't wish to hear my troubles. I will follow our companion's example, and take to my bed." Andreas starts to finish off his mug of ale, chagrined by Ayden's disapproval.
~This was not what I meant to do...especially not with one who practices the Art.~
"Andreas, please do not misunderstand my intent with my words to Sheriff Trond. I merely sought to take the pressure off of him for having to speak for the Mayor, as until we meet the man, we do not know the measure of his mettle."
Patting the nearly flat purse on his belt, Ayden's features once again broke into a smile.
"While my family name may be Wyvernspur, my purse no longer feels the comforting weight of my family behind it, and like you, I have fewer coins than I would like to admit. However, with a bit of luck and Finder's guidance, I'm sure we will be well taking care of in the end."
Hoping that his words will help improve the mage's mood, Ayden follows him out and approaches the barkeep, placing a simple box on the bar when he reached him.
"Sir, with your permission I would like to borrow the floor for awhile as I fear that while the road has made me weary, I will not be able to sleep without a bit of music first."
Opening the case, Ayden unwrapped the cloth bundle within and carefully placed the violin on the top of the bar.
"I give you my word that it is nothing more than an instrument, as well as a symbol of my faith, and if you are willing, I would be honored to play for you and your establishment."
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