"Everyone is important," he said, a little too casually. "But I am guessing you meant how is he relevant in this context, yes?"
He grinned a bit. "As for that, well, that starts because I might have lost my temper. See, we were just getting into town in time to hear the lawyer trying to goad the white mage into throwing a punch that would get him arrested for assault on top of everything else. Thankfully someone with a more level head was close enough to stop him and got to the boy first. But we were close enough to witness it while the lawyer's bodyguards tried to stop us from joining the conversation. So I decided to give them a little autograph, a memento to recall the time they failed to stop the famous Bard Donovan Deegan. So I signed their clothes. With my sword. They did let us through after that," he said with a bit of a smug grin.
The grin faded. "The lawyer recognized me, which was good. He tried poking at me, which was fine. As you well know, being a performer requires a thick skin. None of his barbs were sharp enough to cut at me. At least, not the ones aimed my way. Unfortunately, however, he also knew Lars. Or specifically, and relevantly to your question, Lars' son."
He sighed and sipped his drink. "Szark is generally a good boy, but like many people did, he went through a dark period in his life. He briefly lost his fight with the demon wound in his side and gave into some more... demonic impulses. Well the lawyer made some crude innuendo about Szark needing some new pants every time he dueled," killed someone, but that was beside the point, "so I informed the lawyer that he would need new pants every time he insulted my friend. And I did it by signing his pants the way I signed the guard's shirts. He wasn't on the fence about being foiled, but I got the point across and he withdrew for the time being."
He sipped his drink again to gauge the reaction so far.
cw: crude innuendo
He grinned a bit. "As for that, well, that starts because I might have lost my temper. See, we were just getting into town in time to hear the lawyer trying to goad the white mage into throwing a punch that would get him arrested for assault on top of everything else. Thankfully someone with a more level head was close enough to stop him and got to the boy first. But we were close enough to witness it while the lawyer's bodyguards tried to stop us from joining the conversation. So I decided to give them a little autograph, a memento to recall the time they failed to stop the famous Bard Donovan Deegan. So I signed their clothes. With my sword. They did let us through after that," he said with a bit of a smug grin.
The grin faded. "The lawyer recognized me, which was good. He tried poking at me, which was fine. As you well know, being a performer requires a thick skin. None of his barbs were sharp enough to cut at me. At least, not the ones aimed my way. Unfortunately, however, he also knew Lars. Or specifically, and relevantly to your question, Lars' son."
He sighed and sipped his drink. "Szark is generally a good boy, but like many people did, he went through a dark period in his life. He briefly lost his fight with the demon wound in his side and gave into some more... demonic impulses. Well the lawyer made some crude innuendo about Szark needing some new pants every time he dueled," killed someone, but that was beside the point, "so I informed the lawyer that he would need new pants every time he insulted my friend. And I did it by signing his pants the way I signed the guard's shirts. He wasn't on the fence about being foiled, but I got the point across and he withdrew for the time being."
He sipped his drink again to gauge the reaction so far.