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Post by stormaf on Feb 21, 2006 23:08:44 GMT -5
One pale eyebrow raised at her suggestion and Lycari opened his mouth to answer. Before he could, the singer hit a particularly high note -- offkey and with a voice that cracked -- and Lycari winced visibly. The shifter leaned forward.
"I've had quite enough of this," he pronounced, as he got to his feet.
In three strides, he was at the bard's side. The fellow frowned as the pale man put a hand over his lute strings and leaned down to whisper in his ear. Suddenly the musician grinned and stood up unsteadily. He handed Lycari his lute and went to sit at the bar.
Lycari sat on the stool by the fire while the rest of the customers looked on in astonishment. He quickly tuned the lute and plucked the strings experimentally. While he was far from an expert, the shifter was a far better player than the inn's resident bard.
With a flashing chord, Lycari began to sing a forester's ballad in his rich tenor. He never missed a beat, nor did he assassinate a single note; his voice was beautifully true. His long fingers ran up and down the lute's neck with ease and ability. Soon, he had the entire room joining him on the choruses and laughing on the verses, as he sang the tale of a most unfortunate hunter, a wily fox and an accident-prone rabbit.
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