@hellslight
Procuring a fife was an easy enough task for Octavo. The only thing he had to do was pay the merchant for the small wooden instrument. Octavo was overcome with joy, even if it was just a small wooden instrument that wouldn’t last. All instruments were important to the big picture, that was his mantra at least.
Due to the current state of affairs: Octavo could enter whichever kingdom he so chose without my scrutiny. The Empire of Opalaria was first on his list. The sandstone paths led into the main area: a marketplace of sorts. But it was so much more than a place to spend coins, it looked like there were also some unnamed street performers here! How perfect, the bard thought to himself.
He went to pull out his fife, but, it would be in vain as he bumped into a man. Unfortunately, it caused the brittle instrument to split, an audible crack coming from his pocket.
The musician cursed to himself, and looked up at who he could have possibly run into. Whoever this was, he was huge compared to Octavo
“Pardon me.” Despite being upset at his carelessness, he knew better than to blame someone who towered over him like this. “I best be on my way...”
