Date:?23/09
Time:?Early evening?
Location:?Brea town centre
Characters:?Sebastian, Virgil, open
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Sebastian took the mug with a grateful smile, ¡°Ta, lad.¡± He inhaled the bitter aroma with satisfaction before tasking a sip, ¡°Ah, the fancy stuff. Good choice!¡± Sebastian¡¯s homestead was far enough away from the town centre that he didn¡¯t get to the Saloon as much as he would like. Stroud knew his liquor.
¡°Yes. In their infinite wisdom my children have decided I shall stay put by the fire and then after all the kiddies have gone to be I shall gracefully retire to the sleeping tent before I embarrass them with my more raunchy tales.¡± He rolled his eyes. ¡°I love them dearly but they are a bunch of fuddy duddys!¡±
The mention of Roslind brought a fond smile to his face. Ah so he was one of her lads. He was fond of Rosalind, she understood him.
¡°I write,¡± it was said proudly, ¡°I have quite a few stories written up and in circulation. Now song writing! That is an art. I get to waffle off for ages, but you, no you can¡¯t do that! Not unless you want your audience to fall asleep. To be brief and meaningful, now that is a true talent! Would you like to perform something tonight or is your music just for you and your ¡ now, what do the young¡¯uns call it nowadays? Paramours? Lovers? Mates?¡±
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