The bards are master storyteller, yes--but they are also masters of information. Most cultures have a version of a bard, but among Humans
the bard have no equal.
The most famous among those claiming status of bard is Terrin (a.k.a. "Old Terrin"), head of the Taleweavers
A Bard Known but not seen
ew know his real name. though no one speaks it--Terrin lives a secluded life in the Black Market
. Sitting by the hearth in the Roadkill Tavern
, Terrin weaves his tales and sings songs of praise and adventure to patron--accepting coin and drink where they are offered.
Like myself, Terrin lives in one of Roadkill Taverns upper rooms. I've never thought to ask him about it, but I gather he trades room and board with Wood
, the tavern owner, for the constant crowds he draws into the Great Hall.
For one whom I've rarely noticed leaving the tavern, he's always up to date on all the latest news, rumors, and conflicts both in the Black Market AND topside.
...and we don't have those damnable pigeons down here.
An Unequalled Style
ot even I, a gnome historian of questionable taste and attention can fault Terrin's masterful storytelling.
For a Human
, he's a damn genius.
Not only does this wrinkly old wordspinner know what to say...his body language, timing, and exquisite use of magical visuals--Terrin is able to capture the attention of a packed room and never lose a soul during his verbal plays of adventure, might and magic, or suspenseful romance.
If you missed his performance of Butter & Rum here in the tavern
, the event was recorded.
Seriously--do it now.
To hear his tone, reflection, and watch the smoke from pipes around the room form living creatures ready to devour the patrons who dared move a muscle?
That's what it was. Pure, unadulterated magic.
...and that happens EVERY night.
Terrin's that good.
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