From: mozart@coos.dartmouth.edu (Sting)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Cragin [pub]: to the table at large
Keywords: song, rowan, table
Message-ID: <1992Jun12.013917.27057@dartvax.dartmouth.edu>
Date: 12 Jun 92 01:39:17 GMT


Cragin gently lifts his lute from the floor and sets it idly across his
lap with the grace of a thousand thousand hours of practise.  His fingers
deftly and quietly test the tensions and the tunings, as he continues
his conversation.

"Well, then, my children, what shall a poor minstrel sing for such noble
folk?  Perhaps a sweet ballad?"

Lilting melodies drift beneath his words.

"...or a tale?  Perhaps even a song of consumption?"  He smiles brightly,
and his eyes sparkle deep green-brown.  Several heads turn at the familiar
chords just barely within hearing.

"I leave the choice to you, fair bard," he says.  

"After all, t'is not my coarse tongue they're here to harken."  And with that,
he takes a quick draught of ale, finishing the mug, and sits up, looking
deeply into Rowan's eyes in patient expectation.

-C

--
Cragin von Pfeffenhausen      |  Can you see that rock, can you see that stone?
Wandering Minstrel for hire   |  This is the place that I call my own
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  all requests granted	      |  Melt in your mind like a crystal stream