I
Ah, what was that all about -
I met that man again, and... well, I met some of his friends
...hmm...
It may be, that I have got a wrong impression about him, despite everything that has happened - for his friends were nice (even that one he claimed to dislike, ah I enjoyed that harp music), he was nice, and yet...
There was something in the air that night that I could not entirely grasp. He asked me about my greatest adventure (oh that was embarrassing, I am now, in his and his friends' eyes, probably the most uninteresting adventurer of the entire town, with my remarkable experience of shooing away some wild hogs... 'The Slayer'...'The Queen'... ah, I fear he might have been putting me on there...) and told about his with that sinister dwarf, and
I cannot not help but feel that he may have a habit of bumping into situations not entirely lawful...
For there was this gentleman, sir Reek or sir Rook or something like that, who joined our company later that evening; he made a rather strong and convincing attack against that poor musician, accusing him of all sorts of different things... and... as much as I did not enjoy the company of that particular person, I must admit that he seemed all too persistent and coherent in his accusations -
...hmm...
Well, how interesting... Oh, I shouldn't think this way, I begin to sound like my sis, but still...
II
Oh dear, that acquaintance of his, that harpist he accused of stealing his music...
He is that same man who played in that extraordinary group the few nights ago, that curious -
