"I signed their clothes. They stayed on, just with big D shaped holes," he said, a little too innocently. "They might have deserved worse, but the poor people of Barthis had already suffered enough, who was I to force the to see that?"
Yes, he is a good aligned troll, why ever do you ask?
"No, if I stuck one in every day, that would have been week," he corrected signaling for a refill. Once he had it, he took a sip then continued his tale.
"Oh, the lawyer had plenty of schemes," he said. "But so did we. Or at least, we would. Later. For the time being, the White Mage needed something to lift his spirits so he could come up with the will and brains to fight. Thankfully I knew exactly the right tone to set when we spoke. And I'd been prepared. I'd brought a pair of axes." He touched his guitar to make it clear what sort of axe he meant. "I won't string you along, though. We got to rocking out. It had been too long since we had a good jam session, anyway. We were so in the zone the White Mage didn't even realize we'd drawn a crowd till we finished. I knew, but then I always had a good sense for when I had an audience. Comes from having a son who is one of the strongest Seers in the planes." He grinned, and wondered if his current audience would start to pick up on some of the hints.
"Well, it didn't take long for us to realize that the crowd was the answer to the dilemma of the money. I was well known enough as a Bard," he said, in what had to be the understatement of the century. Saying he was well known enough was like saying Merlin dabbled in magic. He was known in every part of his world, even the ones that did not permit or welcome humans, and he was known on other worlds as well. "And with my skill and his, and some help from a few specific people... we formed a plan. The battle for Barthis." He grinned. "A benefit concert. Of course, the lawyer wasn't about to let us get away with that without a fight..."
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Yes, he is a good aligned troll, why ever do you ask?
"No, if I stuck one in every day, that would have been week," he corrected signaling for a refill. Once he had it, he took a sip then continued his tale.
"Oh, the lawyer had plenty of schemes," he said. "But so did we. Or at least, we would. Later. For the time being, the White Mage needed something to lift his spirits so he could come up with the will and brains to fight. Thankfully I knew exactly the right tone to set when we spoke. And I'd been prepared. I'd brought a pair of axes." He touched his guitar to make it clear what sort of axe he meant. "I won't string you along, though. We got to rocking out. It had been too long since we had a good jam session, anyway. We were so in the zone the White Mage didn't even realize we'd drawn a crowd till we finished. I knew, but then I always had a good sense for when I had an audience. Comes from having a son who is one of the strongest Seers in the planes." He grinned, and wondered if his current audience would start to pick up on some of the hints.
"Well, it didn't take long for us to realize that the crowd was the answer to the dilemma of the money. I was well known enough as a Bard," he said, in what had to be the understatement of the century. Saying he was well known enough was like saying Merlin dabbled in magic. He was known in every part of his world, even the ones that did not permit or welcome humans, and he was known on other worlds as well. "And with my skill and his, and some help from a few specific people... we formed a plan. The battle for Barthis." He grinned. "A benefit concert. Of course, the lawyer wasn't about to let us get away with that without a fight..."
He sipped is drink again.