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Uunday, 16 Gabrianym, 1007 KR

“You want a drink?” Ceph asked.

“Looking for work.”

“Doing what?”

“Music.”

“Wrong kind of bar for music.”

“No. Exactly the right kind.”

“Why you, then?”

“I’ve seen a lot of death.”

“You’re blind.”

“How observant. Ass.” But the minstrel grinned.

“You can stay,” Ceph said.

“Just like that?”

“Need someone to call me on my thoughtless quips sometimes. The crow just shits in my bed.”

“A wise bird. I’m Nael.”

“Ceph. And that’s the shortest introduction I’ve heard from a bard in a while. You’ll do well here.”