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you play entirely too well —- my pockets are much lighter already! (wyll had an exceptionally bright smile upon his face, having already thrown back a few drinks moments before. clawed hands clapping after the most recent performance from the bard, now searching for more coin to give) how do you do it?? i must know.
taverntunes
@STONEPACT perhaps the need to escape was something everyone knew all too well , ozias being no different from the masses . he too understood that need , that desire to break free from ones chains that bind them . in his case being his lineage , the briodrix family was notorious after all . a noble house which happened to be rather popular back in his home town , but beyond that .. they were known for being cruel and looked down upon those less fortunate than them . especially his parents . that’s where ozias found escape , in his music and his beloved sister . the only one whom he could confine in . unfortunately , those times were now few and in-between ever since he’d been banished and fled from the briodrix estate . through his vast travels , he managed to find himself here at another dingy yet cosy tavern which doubled as an inn . his makeshift ‘home’ for the time being . “ many don’t , believe it or not . suppose it is the curse of being a bard.. having all this talent yet not a single soul wishes to believe . ” he faked a dramatic swoon , back of his palm against his forehead as he leaned back a bit before standing again at full height , a laugh quick to leave him . “ i may be confident but i do believe anyone is capable . i’d even argue that if you tried well hard enough you too could be as good . ” he meant those words , even someone such as him wasn’t always good at lute playing . another thing of which could be thanked via his sister and her teachings . “ and you’re simply too kind , really.. though who am i to say no to such an offer ? suppose i could offer just ONE more since you’re so eager and willing to listen . ”
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wyll was more than impressed by not only the musical performance —- but thoroughly entertained by the lively and theatrical personality ozias possessed. though the horned male hadn’t been made aware of the hardships the bard had endured, he could feel that there was a weight —- or shadowy burden settled just within the cracks of his mischievous persona.. he only felt this because he understood. wyll understood the need to hide painful realities from view, if not to enjoy oneself for just a fleeting second.
if this information about ozias’ family was ever revealed, wyll would make great efforts to show relatability —- to make it obvious he cared, because at one time that is exactly what he needed. it could even be what he needs now with his newfound troubles; the horns, his pact still ongoing, his father’s capture, he was horribly stressed.
nothing a little alcohol and music couldn’t scoop him away from. “of course, of course. no i believe you —- truly!” fingers would clasp around another few coins from his velvet pouch, holding them out for the other to collect. “how unfortunate it is that not all of us are blessed with the power of music, of poetry and story, of (art). you are of a special few! please, let me buy you a round —- on the condition you sing another ballad —- or spin another tale.”
escapism was what wyll ravengard: banished son of grand duke ulder ravengard, was best at. if the bard was willing to supply, he was willing to consume.
taverntunes
@STONEPACT “ you flatter me so . it’s not my fault that i’ve been burned with such an angelic voice . ” ozias let out one dramatic sigh , he was always with the dramatics . it was clear , just as it was clear of his musical prowess . one of which he was very proud of , his parents ? not one much but that was something he would never talk about . “ asking for my secrets , are you ? if you must know.. there are none . i’m really just THAT good , believe me . ”
