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[h2][i][b][color=6ecff6]Rinn Arniman[/color][/b][/i][/h2]
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The fine resin bow continued to glide effortlessly across the strings as Rinn regarded the young elf with delight, like playing was more of a reflex than a conscious action. [color=6ecff6]“Myrr the Alchemist!”[/color] He said in wonder as he finished the song with a flourish, one tip of the bow poking between his teeth as his mind spun through potential lyrics. [color=6ecff6]“With eyes of emerald and skin as fair as a spring morning, her love potions are sure to steal your heart with a single sip!” [/color]

A dwarf suddenly appeared between them, causing the young noble to blink in surprise. The stout figure was speaking quickly and when he finished Rinn’s face broke into a broader grin. [color=6ecff6]“A dwarf as well!”[/color] He said brightly, clapping the fellow on the shoulder, the bow still held between his fingers and now dangling behind the dwarf’s ear. He clearly had not listened to Brom’s words… [color=6ecff6]“A dwarf, an elf, and a bard walk into a village… a joke in the making!”[/color] Rinn laughed, the brim of his hat bouncing along with his curly brown locks, before stopping suddenly, serious. [color=6ecff6]“Or perhaps an epic tale… against all odds, surviving and thriving where others could not! There will be much to be remembered here, my friends!”[/color] Twisting around, he put his other hand, still clutching the vielle, over Myrr’s shoulder. [color=6ecff6]“I will be sure to take it all down so that I might do justice to your accomplishments!”[/color]

His topaz eyes blinked. [color=6ecff6]“Well… to-be accomplishments, as it were!”[/color]

Releasing them both, he walked a pace when another of the gathered group called out. The handsome fellow in the quite intriguing garb of unknown origin asked about weapons. [color=6ecff6]“Oh, I am more than capable of dealing with a rapscallion who would threaten us!”[/color] He said, turning to present the surprisingly plain hilt of his rapier, with its curved steel hand-guard and leather-wrapped grip. One of the few pieces he wore without a clear purpose of eye-catching extravagance. [color=6ecff6]“Though monsters… [i]Monsters[/i]! What might we find from the old tales in every bard’s repertoire? Wyverns? Ogres? A cockatrice?! The young heroes felling a beast on their first day would make a fine opening verse!”[/color]