Re: The Floating Stone Inn
Bruga sees nothing more to eat, so he rises and slaps Khorden on the back— to make noise like on a drum, not to stagger (which would be a failure anyway). Come along, HappyFace, it's the best offer you've had all day. Besides, you can regale us with all the jokes you've collected since we saw each other last. Apparently in high good humor, he follows Astar, whistling. Then he bursts into something similar to a song.
These feet are made for walking,
And that's just what they will do.
First one and then the other;
Trip'n the whole day through.
But when nighttime comes,
It'll be my time to prowl,
Makin' sure all's secure,
Driftin' long like an owl.
He looks around at the lack of an appreciative audience and shrugs. As a bard, I'm a good locksmith.