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Angus McCormac stood on the dais talking to a thin, white-haired man holding a Rebec like Chaucer's. That pale man wore strange black robes and had a red tattoo under his left eye. His fingers ended with long pointy nails, and he had the smile of a snake. The man gave many of the villagers the creeps, but the rules on hospitality were sacrosanct. | Angus McCormac stood on the dais talking to a thin, white-haired man holding a Rebec like Chaucer's. That pale man wore strange black robes and had a red tattoo under his left eye. His fingers ended with long pointy nails, and he had the smile of a snake. The man gave many of the villagers the creeps, but the rules on hospitality were sacrosanct. | ||
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Fenwick was still trying to adapt to life on his own, he had been the second member of a duo for his entire adult life, and while he could naturally command the attention of a room, it did not always occur to him to do so. He had a modest demeanor and was not yet accustomed to life in Alberia, where bards were respected and praised, which reinforced his humble approach to the large social gathering. He was planted on the ground of the building, sitting cross-legged with his back to the stage he would be performing on later tonight, his instrument laying casually flat across his lap, and his attention focused on the gathering of people and their interactions. | |||
He had started to become familiar with certain members of the small village in his short time here, not only familiar faces but mannerisms and personalities, and he was eager to observe them when he was not the center of their affections. He was equally curious about Deargh Baird Cairns, though Fenwick had been a bard for most of his life and had met many along his travels, the only one he could claim to know was his father. If he was going to improve his craft, and diversify his offerings he would need to learn from other bards like Cairns. For now he sat back and observed, amicable to any and all who might approach him where he sat. | |||
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Nairn, Alberia. October 5th, 989. Dusk.
A few days ago a bard, and foreigner, named Fenwick Brom Chaucer came into town. Like most bards, Fenwick was invited to stay with Angus McCormac in his home. He was given a warm, dry place to sleep and the best food the village had to offer. In return, the bard brought news from the outside world, told stories from distant lands, and even played some music. He was getting ready to move on to the next town when another bard arrived in Nairn. Curious, and always ready to learn more news, stories, and songs, Fenwick decided to stay another night.
The eve of October 5th was clear and calm. Most of the village was gathering around the village center and catching up on gossip. In Nairn, all major events were held in a big, open building. The building was two stories high and large enough to comfortably hold every member of the village. On three sides of the building hung 12ft tall double doors. The doors were heavily reinforced and could be barred from the inside. On the fourth wall was a platform raised a couple of feet of the ground. The humble dais was was were the elders sat when there were official town meetings and were bards performed when they were in town. In the middle of the floor was a large fire pit that villagers were dumping wood into. Above the fire pit was a simple venting system that let the smoke out but stopped rain from getting in. Because of the nice weather, the doors were latched wide open and the villagers were mingling mostly outside of the building.
Angus McCormac stood on the dais talking to a thin, white-haired man holding a Rebec like Chaucer's. That pale man wore strange black robes and had a red tattoo under his left eye. His fingers ended with long pointy nails, and he had the smile of a snake. The man gave many of the villagers the creeps, but the rules on hospitality were sacrosanct.
Fenwick was still trying to adapt to life on his own, he had been the second member of a duo for his entire adult life, and while he could naturally command the attention of a room, it did not always occur to him to do so. He had a modest demeanor and was not yet accustomed to life in Alberia, where bards were respected and praised, which reinforced his humble approach to the large social gathering. He was planted on the ground of the building, sitting cross-legged with his back to the stage he would be performing on later tonight, his instrument laying casually flat across his lap, and his attention focused on the gathering of people and their interactions.
He had started to become familiar with certain members of the small village in his short time here, not only familiar faces but mannerisms and personalities, and he was eager to observe them when he was not the center of their affections. He was equally curious about Deargh Baird Cairns, though Fenwick had been a bard for most of his life and had met many along his travels, the only one he could claim to know was his father. If he was going to improve his craft, and diversify his offerings he would need to learn from other bards like Cairns. For now he sat back and observed, amicable to any and all who might approach him where he sat.