Theo sat back in his chair before kicking off his boots and removing his signature duster. He headed for his room, to sleep, and left his journal open to its most recent entry so that the fresh ink would dry.
Being a bard in this realm is wondrous on any given day one might have to…
resolve misunderstandings
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Meet interesting people
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Listen to disgruntled locals
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Rescue damsels in distress
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Inquire about future patronage
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and visit beautiful places
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Aye, the life of a bard suits me just fine!
