Snippet #3225

"Well, an interesting situation this is indeed. For never have I, in my career as a bard, ever had a sword drawn upon me, especially not one by a noble, or their bodyguards." He grinned his wood-colored grin and returned his instrument to it's pouch. He bowed low to the men, still grinning. "So, if you don't mind me asking, why are the Slavs sending ambassadors to these Papal States? Business? Pleasure? Redemption? I've heard that you easterners have a different sect you worship..." His grin remained.

"Of course, who am I to ask who's business is what? I am just a simple bard, no one of importance. My job is to entertain, tell stories to the masses and appease the drunken hordes that pervade the streets of our fine city." He waved his hand about the street for effect. "Of course..." His grinned sharpened, eying the group with a cat-like malice. "I could always just leave, and go entertain others...I'm sure someone wants to hear my stories."