Re: Part 7 - The morning after the evening before
"Indubitably."
Bilfro says but one word to Corian in response to his tale of his uncle and the lack of magic involved. He gives Erista a telling look before turning his attention completely to Oswald.
"Ah, I have forgotten whence I hail primitively, being noticeably young upon childbirth, lacking my beard and all," says he a strokes the beard absently, "but I have spent most of my life in Bard's Gate. Perchance you have heard thereof? It is to the east of here, along the road. Quite a adorable venue, if I may say so myself. Agreeable folk too, apart from the proprietor of The Drunken Flute, being as odd as the name of his establishment, mark my words! And he snores. Loudly."
He nods sagely and takes a deep breath to continue.
"Relatives, now there is an interesting epic to be related! I did, at one point, have those, at least the usual mother and father like most who had a natal day, but at some juncture we diverged and have since then not chanced upon one another, if indeed any of them are still alive. I might claim an uncle or two," a passing glance at Corian, "but where they be and whether they live and breathe, only they can tell. Or anyone who knows them. Unless they are dead. My uncles that is. Or those who might know them, indeed. Come to think of it, death may not stop anyone from talking either, and I don't necessarily speak of necromancy either. Ghosts and such still linger, to point out one possibility. Mind you, muteness may hamper any effort to partake information, either way. I think I had a sister too, but it might have been an effeminate younger brother. It is with him or her as per my uncles, if they do exist and so forth, only he or she really knows. Well, presumably my mother as well, wherever she might be, if she still lives..."
He takes another deep breath, evidently preparing to continue his tale.
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