Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140927193312/@comment-10197675-20141002183822

(You may want to play the track through twice, as it ends during the final few lines of the part, anyhow that could just be because I’m a slow reader.)

Meanwhile within Solitude…

Zalniltron finished drinking his Ale, his eyes were still fixed on his now rather drunken target, who appeared to be gladly skipping around the Inn bouncing, as the tunes from the bard ranged out. However the gleeful Nord did not know that his death was around the corner, as his Mead sloshed around in his Tankard.

And so forth the Altmer coolly got up out of his chair, he wondered across the tavern, his morbid face was dark enough to make a small child cry, he carefully un-sheathed his dagger, keeping it hidden… he approached the tanked-up Nord, preparing his dagger he was almost ready to in-bed it into the Nords stomach, but then suddenly from behind, the Altmer felt somebody grasp his arms and twirl him around, the dagger dropped out his hand and onto the floor… and before he knew it, Zalniltron was uncomfortably bopping around the tavern with a large and hardy Nordic women.

It had appeared that the Altmer had come into the Inn on the wrong night as the towns-folk seemed to be dancing with one another to the tunes that the Bard put out. And not before long the Altmer was surrounded by merry Men and Women, as more poured through the Tavern entrance, each cheerfully hopping around the room to the sound of the bard’s melodies.