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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 10, 2020 20:00:59 GMT
She approached a few of the beggars. "I need someone to keep an eye on the man who just walked into here. Let me know if he leaves this place. If he leaves, I need someone to follow him before my return. Send word to the Drunken Rat where he goes. There will be coin for anyone who does my bidding in this matter."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 10, 2020 20:01:59 GMT
A beggar looked about. “A silver each to keep our eyes open,” he said. “And another when we find him.”
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 10, 2020 20:05:57 GMT
"Agreed. I'll be back in a little while."
She walked away. Once she was out of sight and earshot, she started to run back to the Laurel Wreath, where she got dressed in her usual attire, complete with her sword, dagger and pistol.
Some time later, she arrived at The Sorcerer's Well.
"Did our man leave the tavern?" She asked the beggars.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 10, 2020 20:15:44 GMT
“No my lady, he was just waiting for you to change looks like!” One said with a laugh. “Guess it was worth the wait.” She heard singing coming from the tavern. Lilianna. Ugh. She really didn’t like Lilianna.
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 10, 2020 20:17:46 GMT
"A lady never reveals all her secrets," she said. She handed over the promised coins, and a few extras as well, then sauntered into the inn. She looked firstly for Robert and secondly for Lilianna. After all, she had to know where her rival was.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 10, 2020 20:29:01 GMT
Lilianna Silversong is on the stage where Silvia should be performing, playing her stupid harp with her stupid golden tresses and her even more stupid voice singing inane and horrible songs. Unfortunately, the tavern patrons seem to quite enjoy it, and the half-elven songstress is in good form, her voice hitting a high soprano as she tells the tale of the dashing Emperor Philometer and his battle against the Giant Magog.
Silvia next sees Robert, in a corner chatting with several young women, drinking an expensive brandy she recognized by the bottle. She’d always found that specific type overrated but you can’t buy good taste. A man winked at her. “Well ofnit isn’t the Skylark herself! I didn’t know you birds shared a nest sometimes,” he added, gesturing somewhat drunkenly toward the stage.
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 10, 2020 20:36:21 GMT
She smiled at the man. "Oh, you know how it is, we all flock to the same tree. But I'm not playing today, I'm here just to have a drink. Lilianna is in fine voice today."
She sat down near the man. "Do you visit this place often, sir?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 10, 2020 21:04:35 GMT
“Whenever the music is good,” he said. “I’m Simon.” He said. Silvia was reasonably sure that meant he was Simon The Stringer, Innuria’s most favored luthier. “Her finest performance is your vanilla,” he offered as a compliment.
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 10, 2020 21:16:25 GMT
"You're kind to say so," she said. "I simply do my best, and I'm lucky to have been blessed with my voice. Perhaps one day you and I might play together. Alas, I didn't bring my instrument today, but another day I certainly would."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 10, 2020 21:39:04 GMT
“I’m sad I’ve never gotten a contract to make something for you,” he said. “Every woman needs an...instrument worthy of her. The finest wood, the most sensitive strings...” he grinned. “So when can I schedule you for?”
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 10, 2020 21:41:25 GMT
She summoned the barmaid. "A glass of red for me and another of whatever my friend is drinking." She then turned back to Simon. "I might be tempted. I'm hoping to play for the emperor, one day, and the right instrument could make all the difference."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 10, 2020 21:46:28 GMT
“The Emperor, now?” He said, interest clearly piqued. The server comes back with a glass of wine and some sort of bluish liquid in a tall very thin glass. He thanked her. “Setting your sights as high as they come.” He looked directly into her eyes as he talked like he was either extremely interested or trying to hypnotize her. Maybe she felt some combination of the two. “What song would you perform for him?”
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 10, 2020 22:14:54 GMT
"That depends on the kind of song His Majesty prefers," she said. "If he wants a stirring heroic song, perhaps Marching Through Bryndamere or Hearts of Oak. If he would prefer a love ballad, perhaps Helene and Aberforth. It will depend on the tone of the occasion, I think."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 10, 2020 22:17:00 GMT
“Mm,” he said. “He will want to hear one of your originals. Trust me I’ve seen it. He made Maeve Sixfinger cry because she tried to use her rendition of the Mist and My Heart as a showstopper.” Silvia sawRobert get up to head upstairs with just one lady with him.
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 11, 2020 6:03:03 GMT
"I'm planning to write a new one about my most recent adventures," she said. "I met the Nedrassian Serpent and a dragon. I imagine the emperor can't have met any other people who can say as much, much less write a song about it."
While Robert was still in the room, she asked, in a whisper "Do you know that fellow?"
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