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- Oh, I feel my conscience stirring within me, as if I'm exploiting your talents, Radik. Although I am convinced of the beauty of my songs and dances, as well as the corresponding accompaniment, I think you have your own taste preferences. Let's perform something that is personally close to you sometime, but preferably in a way that doesn't scare or anger the common folk, haha. Because who knows, it might negatively affect the progress of our tasks.
The elf looked out the window at the slowly setting sun, thinking about something. Lin soon retired to her room; he didn't need to follow her example, nor did he want to just sit around. So, it's time to hide backstage for a while. After playing a couple more lively flourishes on the lute, Radiel bowed to the listeners, then slung the instrument over his shoulder and left the establishment.
He walked around the neighborhood for a bit, catching the last rays of the sunset and breathing in the evening air. Well, shall we place our bets? Hmm... the smell of overripe ale? No, that's what I'm feeling now, probably coming from the tavern. Or maybe some forest scents, or perhaps the mustiness of a dungeon? Who knows. We'll find out in the morning.
The long shadows creeping across the ground were already merging into the darkness. The elf stopped in a small alley and leaned his hand against the unevenly hanging drainpipe on the wall. The initial coolness of the metal quickly faded. Was it due to the warmth of his body? Unlikely...
transforming into a skeleton, making checks if needed