After a few seconds he realized what caused the blockage. Apparently there was some sort of performance going on. Two...minstrels, bards, annoyances...whatever you called them, were in the middle of the square singing some sort of ditty. It was apparently popular judging from the crowd's reaction. The man, a lithe, brown-haired fellow was merrily playing on his mandolin as pausing now and then to allow the crows to fill in the lyrics.
Thane was more interested in the other player, a raven-haired woman who seemed to be very talented with the flute. Her violet skirt fluttered around her as she danced around the other bard, her pigtails swinging wildly. Between the two of them they were pantomining quite an interesting performance. Curious and entranced by the girl, he began to pay attention to their tale.
'He squished the gooey grossness,
For his well-developed hostess.
He crushed the toothy monster,
For the nobleman's sweet daughter.
But for all of his hasteness,
He could not defeat their chasteness!'
"He's Thane the Profane!"
For his well-developed hostess.
He crushed the toothy monster,
For the nobleman's sweet daughter.
But for all of his hasteness,
He could not defeat their chasteness!'
"He's Thane the Profane!"
The crowd sang the last line loudly with much giggling as the bard pretended to crush monsters and steal a kiss. His partner danced away from him with coy looks and assumed modesty. Thane, on the hand, was suddenly choking on thin air. But surely he heard them wrong...
'Many temples he has seen,
But not to pray or wisdom glean.
Blessings too he has turned down,
Causing many a priest to frown.
And his bladder will not falter,
When it's time for Holy Water.'
"He's Thane the Profane!"
But not to pray or wisdom glean.
Blessings too he has turned down,
Causing many a priest to frown.
And his bladder will not falter,
When it's time for Holy Water.'
"He's Thane the Profane!"
Thane did not get to see what actions accompanied this verse, still trying to recover from lack of air. It was apparently hilarious though, as the corwd let out a huge roar of laughter. Unfortunately they also roared out the last line again. And there was no mistaking. Angrily, Thane began to push his way foward, determined to strangle the bard before he finished. Luck was against him though, and the crowd was too thick. Thane got to hear one more verse before reaching his goal.
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Your writing always amuzes me. : emotion_hug :