Snippet #1464

Templar smiled and bowed deeply to the group, his hair falling elegantly into his face. He wiped down the gut strings on his lute and wrapped it carefully in it's cover. "Thank you....thank you." He chuckled and smiled his dirty smile, holding his palm vertical to the crowd. "No, no payment, thank you." He bowed low again and backed out of the crowd.

He quickly vanished down the street and started heading towards the richer side of town, near the massive cathedral. He was running low on funds, and the rich where always generous to a bard. He grinned to himself and rubbed his face, streaking a fine white powder along his jaw, unnoticed.
He turned down another street and raised his eyebrow at a shady group bearing down on him. They were muttering to themselves and looked like nobles trying to pretend.
Templar reached into a pouch and withdrew a long, thin metallic tube. It was lined with holes and he raised one to his mouth. He started to blow into it, and a soft melody erupted from the tube. It was a twisty melody that spoke of mystery and hidden glories, deep within it's tones. He stopped, removing the tube from his lips and addressed the group of three. "Good evening gentlemen and lady; care to listen to a tune from me? A pretty coin will pry a story that will be sure to warm your soul. And perhaps....keep the brigands off your backs."