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Message: <blockquote data-quote="doghead" data-source="post: 1917341" data-attributes="member: 8243">Xavier RocesXavier draws to a stop just outside the collection of campfires. He gazes over the people crowded around them - the gypsies, merchant, mercenaries, travellers and pillgrims. He finds himself wondering what brought them here to this place, and at this time. What they do when they are not here. How they all live their lives. He is struck by how little he knows of the vast majority of world. These are the people than make the world go round. The king might be the embodiment of the kingdom, but these people are *the* body. A smile spreads slowly over his face. He decides that he is going to work on rectifying his ignorance, starting tonight.He heels his mount to a walk and passes slowly though the campsites to the inn. He dismounts with a sigh of relief, and stretches out his stiff back before heading into the inn. For a moment he stands in the door drinking it all in. Eventually, he shakes himself out of his revery and before he really knows what he is doing he turns and walks back out. Gathering up the reins of his horse and whistling his hound to his side, he sets off back in the direction of one of the campsites from which the smells of food were good and the music was particularly lively.His heart is pounding as he approaches the campfire. As the eyes of those around it begin swinging in his direction and the conversation falls away, he begins to wonder if he has made a mistake. But standing just feet away, it is too late to just turn around and go back."Good evening. I am Xavier Roces." He is about to bow when he wonders if that is approapriate. The sudden realisation that all of the usual certainties of social interaction may not apply here throws Xavier for a moment. "I um, ... er couldn't help but notice that the music you were playing." Relief floods through his as he sees a way through this. "It was beautiful. I play a little as well," he touches the lute case on his saddle, "and er ... was wondering if I could join you for a while to listen."Xavier is glad that in the firelight it is almost impossible to see that he is blushing.ooc: darkmaster - I had a gypsy camp in mind when I wrote this but I'll leave it up to you to choose who he has approached.</blockquote>

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