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“Ah, no! Of course not! Well…” He cleared his throat.
“Oh… Fine. My creative juices have been rather stagnant of late. And at this point, I’m more than a little desperate.” Bard stared down at his feet as he shuffled them.
“So… I don’t suppose you’d mind…?”
Did he mind being the center of attention and a song? Heaven’s no. The day he ever is tired of the spot light is clearly the day the world stops and turns flat.
With his helm held high and a snooty little, all-knowing chuckle muffled underneath that gilded dome, he folds his arms behind his back and rocks on his heels.
“ You came to the right place, Mr. Bard... I’d be delighted to be the center of your poetic masterpieces...! ”
















