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[element_wizard]

Alec sat in the window of the Inn, bent over a rullete. It was an instrument that looked as if could be a cross between a guitar and a lute. It was a new instrument, a gift from his Bardic Uncle Cricket for his coming of age. Back when Alec had traveled with his grandfather, he had been apprenticed to his Uncle, but it never went anywhere. Alec's voice was just not made for singing, something that was very important for a bard. But he still knew how to play a few instruments and now that he had some sort of attention span, he felt like trying to get a bit better at it.

His fingers lightly brushed across the strings as he tried to recall a favorite melody, wincing at the wrong notes he struck.

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[elementwizard.livejournal.com]

"Mull... leave Eric alone, he has no cheese logs," Alec said. "Sorry... that's the mini that hangs around me and my partner."

Mull made grumbling noises and sniffed Eric hopefully.

[nybard.livejournal.com]

"Sorry, uh, man, but he's right. I don't have cheese logs."

[elementwizard.livejournal.com]

"Go bugger the Cook if you want cheese logs and bacon," Alec suggested. The rancor grumbled and shuffled off looking sad and dejecte. "Sorry... Mull thinks that everyone has cheese logs."

[nybard.livejournal.com]

"I wonder why. Not a common object to carry around, is it?"

[elementwizard.livejournal.com]

"Around HQ it is. You tend to carry food around that makes the Minis happy or they get ... unhappy."

[nybard.livejournal.com]

"Huh. Strange place."

[elementwizard.livejournal.com]

"Yeees... that is one way to describe it."

[nybard.livejournal.com]

"Sounds interesting, though."

[elementwizard.livejournal.com]

"If you'd like, I could arange a visit."

[nybard.livejournal.com]

Eric blinks. "Would that be a good idea?"

[elementwizard.livejournal.com]

"Oh, probably not. I'd have to get a friend or two to write a bad story about you and have it posted so that I have reason to bring you in. And I'd probably get into a lot of trouble with the SO, but it'd be fun," he says this with a delightful and manical grin.

[nybard.livejournal.com]

"Get someone... to write... about me." Eric winces slightly.

[elementwizard.livejournal.com]

"It would probably have to be a romance story...a really bad one... where you're reduced to acting like a love struck teenager... not with Ria either...but I know some good writers who could write it without doing any real damage to you." He's grinning madly now.

[nybard.livejournal.com]

"Would I have to read it?"

[elementwizard.livejournal.com]

"Naaah."

[nybard.livejournal.com]

He looks relived. "Thank god."

[elementwizard.livejournal.com]

"Oh, no, I'd never let you read something written about you. That would be mean!"

[nybard.livejournal.com]

Eric smiles wanly. "Thanks."