73rd of Summer, 513 AV
Another day of playing the lute at the Red Diamond Tavern. It wasn't bad, he enjoyed it, but the responses of the visitors to his playing were sometimes... less than enjoyable.
Hey! Are you going to actually play that lute, or continue breaking the strings?
It came from the centre of the room, a rowdy group of three young adults sat there, grinning stupidly.
Even a Nuit with one arm can play better than you!
Danderion's eyes flashed from their usual dark, calm blue to a violent, brilliant green. He played on, however instead of the joyful small tunes he had been playing earlier came loud, angry chords. He played these until he had calmed down, and his eyes reverted to a pale blue. Then he walked over to the group, who had been laughing at the sudden change in playing style.
Was that more to your liking, then? he asked.
Very much so, but it could be improved if you stamped around while doing so.
Yes, you must also tug on that hideous hair of yours furiously! This prompted them to burst into laughter again.
"Well, m'lords, if it please you, may I ask what your names be?" he asked slyly.
Well... I'm Narel, this is Ceris and that is Larrel.
You see, m'lords, I was thinking I should write a lovely song in you honours. He grinned at them.
As he uttered the words, it took them a small while to understand, and then their eye colours shifted into what Danderion suspected was pure rage and embarassment. They looked at him bloodthirstily, but Danderion had retreated to the small stage already, where he played his usual joyful tunes.
Then one of them rushed forward and landed a heavy blow on Danderion's ribs. He fell back, startled, and the group rushed out of the tavern. Then he sat up, gasping for air, and stayed in that position for a while. Then he checked his lute for any damage, and was relived to only find a small scratch. He then decided, with paining chest, to simply continue playing. It was his pay, after all.