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[wildgift]

[Granted, Stefen hasn't been here that long, but he's already restless. He isn't much of an explorer--even in a place he knows, let alone a strange one--and, truthfully, it's dangerous and if there's anything a Bard knows how to avoid it's danger and discomfort.

So instead, he sits, gittern in his lap for a moment or two before he begins a song. It makes him feel better, even if he isn't doing anything besides playing, not using his Gift or his voice at all. It's something familiar, at the very least, and he sighs when it's over, then makes a face.]

Perhaps I just haven’t been here long enough, but I imagine I’m not the only one who feels they’ll go mad in white linen if I stay here much longer. [A pause.] Not that the place is without its charms, surely, but… [Sigh.] Does one ever get used to it?

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[orcsurfing]

My advice remains the same, no matter! Be the breath of fresh air amongst the mischief makers. These are dark times in Drabwurld, surely all will enjoy a laugh or two.

[wildgift]

I certainly don't doubt it, my lord, but I should like not to make too large a nuisance of myself.

[orcsurfing]

You could never be worse than the fairies themselves. Though I have always found them most endearing, I know it is not a commonly shared thought.

[ Or the monarchs, in his opinion, but he keeps that part to himself with a stranger for now. ]

My name is Legolas, I should have said, son of Thranduil.

[wildgift]

Yes, but I do enjoy having people to talk to who don't hate me. Besides, I believe there's a certain someone who's rather I kept my head down and not draw attention to myself.

Well-met. Mine is Stefen. [Son of nobody, but he doesn't say it out loud.]