Snippet #6827

Endymion had retired to his inn, awaiting the word form the castle to come. His nights were spent playing at the bistro. He did not have to infuse his music with magic. The crowds came just to see "The Bard" play. His reputation a grown in leaps and bounds as he knew it would. He had entertained offers from far and near, from rich families and guilds. He had turned them all down. The women that practically threw them selves at him however...he was enjoying this aspect of fame.

It had been awhile since Genox had made his "offer". Endy wondered when he was too hear from the King.

'Not that I am in a rush' he though, smiling while he tried to disengage himself from the brunette laying on his arm.