A Bard’s Tale (Excerpt) 12/13/18
“You have to be patient, Tevarin,” a friendly sounding voice said from the top of the stairs.
“Don’t tell me to be patient, Cade. Faleth was clear that we were going to be leaving in the morning. Now he wants to stay another night! It’s unreasonable. We have to keep traveling until we find something profitable to do. Staying-” Tevarin stopped talking when she reached the bottom of the stairs and found the Credence, Jack, Fiona, and Neil standing around a table in the common area. Her fierce eyes looked out over the room disapprovingly as she shifted her shoulders. The linen shifted, but the melodic clinking of metal gave Neil the impression she was wearing a chain shirt under it. “This is what I’m talking about.” She waved her hands around the room as a small man stepped out from behind her. “Look at the pathetic excuse for a night life. I can’t fight a single person in this room. What am I supposed to do tonight?”
The small man looked at Neil and winked when the recognition from the morning came fresh to his mind. He felt a sudden rush of excitement. He had already met one of them. His mind quickly came to the conclusion that Tevarin was too much for him, but she had mentioned a third person.
“Are you the minstrel?” Cade asked as he walked away from Tevarin with a smile.
“I am,” Neil replied as the small man thrust his hand forward.
“I’m Cade, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said, “and before you ask, I’m a halfling, not a dwarf, gnome, or small human. Please don’t call me a dwarf.”
“Ever,” Tevarin said as she walked over to join us, “he’ll bite you. Trust me.”
Cade shot her a look as she put her boot on a chair and began rubbing her calf as though it still hurt.
“I’m glad to see you’re in a better mood, Tevarin.” A voice said as a man opened the door behind Neil.
Neil swung around to see a simple looking elf wearing a long purple robe with a simple belt around his waist. From the belt he had a handful of small pouches. He held his chin high as his eyes focused on Neil, “Who are you?”
“It’s the minstrel!” Cade interjected.
“Ah, yes, Credence had said something or other of entertainment tonight,” he said with a half glance in the innkeeper’s direction, “I only wonder if she told anyone else in the village that a wizard was staying here, perhaps we could make some money during our stay if she had…”