Oh sure, the romance started well enough: he was a bard with a song in his heart and not a gold in his pocket, I was an adventurer hoping to make the world a better place with only my rusty blade and trusty dog. The courtship lasted a while. I was busy trying to hunt down my sister's murderer, but I always made time to visit him in Old Town.
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