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[shiftylyingbardwholies]

There are many places for foxes and bards to meet, but bars are good ones. There's plenty of people around with beer and food, for a given value of food. Bar food may not actually be food, scientists are out on that subject. Likely drunk while out on the subject.

In any case, there is a quiet corner where said bard is getting molested by said fox.

Because sometimes it needs to be done.

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[smugfox]

"Ah, but the stories are just a reflection. Love's rather wonderful, trust me, nothing hurts as good."

Reynard smirked and made sure Keldar was standing by himself, possibly with the help of the wall, then he bent down to pick up his shirt. "There you go. And I just want to know more about you, sweetness."

[shiftylyingbardwholies]

"Rather not risk if it's all the same to you."

Cognitive functioning appears to be reasserting itself for he pulls his shirt over his head with fairly good ease.

"I'm a bard. I tell stories. Not much more than that." Keldar gives Reynard a bit of a lopsided smile and sounds utterly honest.

[smugfox]

"One day, you might not have a choice. Never planned on falling in love myself, but it happens every now and then."

Reynard tugged at Keldar's hair and laughed. "I do grow to adore people frequently though. Tell me your own story, bard, and don't you lie to a liar unless you can do a better job than him."

[shiftylyingbardwholies]

Keldar gives him a disbelieving look about the whole love thing.

He then shrugs. "My parents were very poor and had a small farm. I really didn't enjoy working on it so when a group of traveling players came through our village one day when I was around fifteen I joined them. Ran away from home. One of the players was kind enough to teach me story telling and sponsor me in the Bard guild."