Syrrus
Wishful bard
Magpie clapped his hands, as you do after a good play. He was smirking also, very proud over his little companion and the way he handles things, without a single drop of blood wasted. It was rather admirable that he had ,managed such things. "Very well done, Highness." He said, nodding as he watched two more tankards of mead got placed before them, the barmaid even bowed before them, not what was something Magpie wasn't used to. "Interesting, but also. I hate horses." He added, for no real reason and quickly ordered some more food, he was starving.