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<span class="mu-s">Many years from now, not far from home…</span>
<span class="mu-i"> “Been a while since we’ve seen yon round these ‘ere parts.”</span> The innkeep remarks wryly upon the entrance of the newcomer, setting down a mug and beginning to labour at another with his piece of cloth.
<span class="mu-i">“Ah, but did you ever doubt my return?”</span> The bard’s wide grin seems to encompass his entire face as strolled leisurely over the threshold. He leans against the bar as if he had been away days, not months. Or years.
<span class="mu-i">“And miss out on the chance of a free meal?”</span> The innkeep’s snorts derisively, but there is no venom in it. Instead, the burly man gestures towards a seat by the cackling fire. The bard’s unofficial spot, reserved just for him.
<span class="mu-i"> “And where is your goodwife?”</span> The wandering troubadour offers a thankful nod at the mug of ale pressed into his hands. <span class="mu-i">“I’ve cert missed her skill with the ladle and pot.”</span>
<span class="mu-i">“She’s up yonder.”</span> The innkeep gestures up the stairs as he returns to his station. <span class="mu-i">“Resting with the babe.”</span>
<span class="mu-i">“The babe?!”</span> The bard blinks, for once taken aback. <span class="mu-i">“Well I never. Congratulations, my good man! Boy or girl?”</span>
<span class="mu-i"> “We’rnt me that did most o’ the work, but I thank ye all the same.”</span> Even beneath the man’s impressive facial hair, the smile is impossible to conceal. <span class="mu-i">“A Boy, and a big one at that. 10 weeks and growing. Judging from his lungs tho, you’d think him part wyvern or somesuch.”</span>
<span class="mu-i">“Hasn’t scared away all your customers, has he?”</span> The bard smirks, glancing around at the empty tavern.
<span class="mu-i">“Oh no, take more than that to put folk off a warm fire and stiff drink. ’Sides it’s early in the day yet, but I’d not mind a story or two to pass the time meanwhiles.”</span> The innkeep pauses in his wiping, sparing an apologetic look for the newcomer. <span class="mu-i">“Ifn’ ye don’t mind stoopin’ to an audience of one.”</span>
<span class="mu-i">“Oh I reckon I can manage to a fine bit of stooping, my old friend. Hmmm…”</span> The storyteller pats his instrument, mind already stretching to any of the myriad branches of his stories too rarely explored. <span class="mu-i">“In fact, I think I have just the right tale in mind. An opener, if you will…”</span>
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