Re: Summoned to the King (main)
"Oh, um..." Nana hesitates, glancing over at the dancer. She holds a finger up to the knight, signaling him to wait. She rises to her feet and hops down from the crate.
"For you. Thank you," Nana says reaching into the basket for a few coins and dropping them into the woman's palm. Unable to evade her puzzled look, and worried that she might give offense to the knight, she shrugs and mumbles, "Well, maybe even the king needs a good song in these dark days, you know?" Hopefully she would tell the story. The songstress summoned to perform before King Eisen III himself. Not a bad rumor to start.
Still, this was troubling. Life had been quieter, if not richer, of late, and she had hoped to enjoy tranquility a little longer.
But the heavens pull us this way and that, she thinks, And perhaps peacefulness will not be my way just now. Nana sighs, picks up her basket with her meager earnings, and gives the armored man a nod, consenting to go with him.
This message was last edited by the player at 02:55, Wed 06 Jan 2010.