The party arrived at the city gates. With murmured thanks' and quick waves, the travellers who gathered under the premise of getting each other safely to the city dispersed into the crowd. And there he was standing, at the gates of a great city - a jester. He was eyeing the outside of the city and with a quick nod he ventured behind the gates.
Sure, he's travelled quite a bit in his life, but now this city was worth talking about. Buzzing activity, large crowds, salesmen shouting about their wares. All slightly annoying at this scale, yet still enchanting in a sense. The jester was making his way through the streets and crowds of Magnolia, looking for either a good spot to stop for a bit and play his lute or an inn. Whichever he found first. And it seemed that he had found the former.
It was a slightly quieter street, but still quite packed with people going up and down. There were a number of shops, mainly dealing with magic and something else the jester couldn't care less about. Along the pavement were lined simple wooden benches, some of them occupied by senior citizens or friends talking to each other. The young man chose an unoccupied one and sat on the backrest of the bench, with his feet resting where he should normally sit.
After getting a bit more comfortable, he would take his lute off of his back and think for a moment. /"What kind of song would fit in here...?"/ He thought as he browsed his repertoire inside his head. Shortly after, with a confident nod of his head he would start playing on his lute, letting the light breeze take away the song.
[Song currently in playing!]
Sure, he's travelled quite a bit in his life, but now this city was worth talking about. Buzzing activity, large crowds, salesmen shouting about their wares. All slightly annoying at this scale, yet still enchanting in a sense. The jester was making his way through the streets and crowds of Magnolia, looking for either a good spot to stop for a bit and play his lute or an inn. Whichever he found first. And it seemed that he had found the former.
It was a slightly quieter street, but still quite packed with people going up and down. There were a number of shops, mainly dealing with magic and something else the jester couldn't care less about. Along the pavement were lined simple wooden benches, some of them occupied by senior citizens or friends talking to each other. The young man chose an unoccupied one and sat on the backrest of the bench, with his feet resting where he should normally sit.
After getting a bit more comfortable, he would take his lute off of his back and think for a moment. /"What kind of song would fit in here...?"/ He thought as he browsed his repertoire inside his head. Shortly after, with a confident nod of his head he would start playing on his lute, letting the light breeze take away the song.
[Song currently in playing!]