Breadman
Big loaf supreme
Sentry looked at the fairy dragon with interest. Such small magical creatures are a rare sight. Their next stop sounded like it would be interesting as well. She'd never seen hobs before in person. Only heard about them. She was very curious about them.
At the same time, others were talking among themselves to pass the time. Perhaps she should too. She looked to see who was free and maybe in a mood to talk and found that the large minotavur was one. She had avoided him in the tavern somewhat. It has been nearly a thousand years since she witnessed Cadmus be cut down by his kind. And many of those years she fought them off from her friend's tomb. There was a certain animosity she couldn't help but feel, but was it right? What had he done to deserve her ire? She couldn't help but feel a pang of shame. Cadmus fought them hard and he fought them well, but he never claimed to have any hatred for the minotavri. And yet they stormed his home and slew him. It all felt so frustrating to her. Another thought crossed her mind. Why not seek the opinion of someone else on the matter. Looking around some more, she noticed that Devy was gently strumming his lute while sitting in the carriage, undisturbed. One would wonder why she would ask a jester about such matters, but she had been around foolish men pretending to be smart. So maybe a man pretending to be a fool would be far smarter than he lets on.
"Hey, jester." Sentry paced herself to match the carriage speed "I don't mean to interrupt your luting, but I have a problem and I need someone else's thoughts on the matter."
At the same time, others were talking among themselves to pass the time. Perhaps she should too. She looked to see who was free and maybe in a mood to talk and found that the large minotavur was one. She had avoided him in the tavern somewhat. It has been nearly a thousand years since she witnessed Cadmus be cut down by his kind. And many of those years she fought them off from her friend's tomb. There was a certain animosity she couldn't help but feel, but was it right? What had he done to deserve her ire? She couldn't help but feel a pang of shame. Cadmus fought them hard and he fought them well, but he never claimed to have any hatred for the minotavri. And yet they stormed his home and slew him. It all felt so frustrating to her. Another thought crossed her mind. Why not seek the opinion of someone else on the matter. Looking around some more, she noticed that Devy was gently strumming his lute while sitting in the carriage, undisturbed. One would wonder why she would ask a jester about such matters, but she had been around foolish men pretending to be smart. So maybe a man pretending to be a fool would be far smarter than he lets on.
"Hey, jester." Sentry paced herself to match the carriage speed "I don't mean to interrupt your luting, but I have a problem and I need someone else's thoughts on the matter."
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