Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20171101135341/@comment-29433416-20180127232011

(Oh, he'll reappear in later RP's)

Elvrich entered the Winking Skeever, and was immediately greeted by the smell of mead, but to his surprise, the locale was completely silent. A group of people were gathered around one of the Inn's corners, and as such Elvrich approached to see the commotion. A man, sitting on a tall bar stool in the corner, held a lute. The man adjusted the cords, strung to catch the sound, and then started playing.

Now You all know, the bards and their songs, When hours have gone by, I'll close my eyes, in a world far away we may meet again, but now hear my song, about the dawn of the night, let's sing the bards' song

Tomorrow will take us away

Far from home

Noone will ever know our names

But the bards' songs will remain

Tomorrow will take it away

The fear of today

It will be gone

Due to our magic songs 

There's only one song, Left in my mind, Tales of a brave man, Who lived far from here, Now the bard songs are over, And it's time to leave, Noone should ask you, for the name of the one, Who tells the story

Tomorrow will take us away

Far from home

Noone will ever know our names

But the bards' songs will remain

Tomorrow all will be known

And You're not alone

So don't be afraid

In the dark and cold

'Cause the bards' songs will remain

They all will remain in my thoughts and in my dreams, they're always in my mind, these songs of Sloads, Dwarves and Men

And Mer

Come close Your eyes

You can see them, too...

The man was met with cheers and thunderous applause upon finishing his song. He bowed gracefully, and the tavern patrons filled up his travelling knapsack with gold coins. He then hid aways his lute, stood up, and walked past Elvrich, bumping into him.

"Sorry!" Elvrich said awestruck

"No problem, brother. Wait....Do I know you?"

"N-No, but I know you! You're Black Lothair! You made a sensation of yourself in Daggerfall two years back with your rendition of Dusk on Anvil Harbor!"

"Ah yes, I remember that. Say, you're from Daggerfall, right?"

"Sure am."

"What are you doing here of all places? A noble in Solitude?" The man scratched his chin.

"How did you know I'm a noble? Is it the clothes?"

"Yeah. You're dressed like a right snob." He looked at Elvrich dead serious, but then cracked a smile and started chuckling, relieving the situation "Anyhow, you here on some important business, I bet."

"Yeah, I need to talk to the Queen, It's related to the Dragonborn-"

"Dragonborn? You know him?"

"Her, to be exact, yes I do."

"Interesting....Mind if I join you in your...endeavours?"

''Black Lothair wants to join me? Gods, this is the best day of my life!''

"Of course." Elvrich responded, trying to sond calm and serious.

"Class. Let's get a pint, shall we?" Lothair snapped his fingers "Call me Arthur, by the way."

(Try and imagine Arthur having a slight Irish accent, like Aiden Gillen?)