Schadenfreude, thy name is Daeron.

[_daeron]

It gets better! Broken ribs! He'll be out of commission for weeks (or a few days because this is RP)! YES!

*wanders off to the Star and Tree to see if they want to hire a flautist for a gig.*

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[elladanelrondio]

*habitually wanders into the pub without even realising it*

Ah shit. BAD ELLADAN!! ToO much temptation!

*snaps head away from staring at the inviting bottles of alcohol and regards you*

Hello...

[_daeron]

Greetings barkeep. I understand that this is the popular ale-house in these parts so I was wondering if you were need of entertainments perchance?

[elladanelrondio]

*raises a confused eyebrow*

Say what now?

You? Play here?

Er... why?

[_daeron]

Hm. The boy clearly has some kind of affliction of the mental capacities.

*speaks loudly and clearly*

Yes. Me. Flute. Play. Here. Make pretty sounds. People come to pub. People like pretty sounds. Me make pretty sounds and more people come to pub. If more people come to pub, then more money will you posses. You can then buy lots of nice things.

*smiles and nods*

[erchamion]

*watches you from across the room*