[The Rearing Stallion] Busy Evenings (Open)

[Devlin Parker]

73rd of Spring, 511 AV

Near the warm fire that kept most of the tavern lit, Devlin had acquired a table a much wanted location by arriving a few hours before the crowd formed and myriad shouts for drinks had drowned out the possibility of having quiet conversation. He sat on the table, only slightly elevated from the rest of the people, the sound playing from the mandoline on his lap playing only slightly louder than the constant noise and chatter going around. He had been consistently playing for almost two hours, and his strumming hand was getting rather tired from constantly moving in varied patterns for so long. One of his songs was nearly coming to a close, but Devlin urged himself to continue for a few more minutes before taking a five minute break, lest he disappoint the small group of people that actually cared to listen to him between shots.

Instead of fading out of the previous song, Devlin simply changed the chords around with a smooth transition into his next song, and the strumming pace made a subtle increase in tempo to fit. Just as the tavern atmosphere was upbeat, so was the mood of the lively set of chords he played. Although he was nervous performing beforehand, after a few hours he had loosened up almost completely and gladly took the opportunity to sing as loudly as he wanted, even though no matter how energetic he was, his voice be would drowned out by the time it reached the end of the room.

[Troy]

Walking into the tavern early Troy had been hoping to play his guitar for some people, mingle and make some friends. To that end he had decided to wear his best blue silk outfit, with the gold trim. He had despratly few of them and he was starting to run out of money. Maybe if he played his guitar here someone would tip him. But as he looked around he saw someone else already playing music. Aww, he'll probably not want any competition. Maybe i can play with him. Shaking his head Troy would give a soft smile and skip over to the fellow Musician. Waiting for a Break in the music Troy would lean against the small platform the musician had. This musician was actually pretty good, not the best he had heard but definatly better then him. Giving a soft smile up to the musician after a bit he would motion as if he wanted to talk to the man and then would wait for the next song to end. Once it did he would stretch up to talk to the man "Hey um, nice music! i liked the song. My names Troy and i'm a fellow Musician. Both a signer and a guitar player." He would give a small grin, motioning to the guitar slung over his shoulder.

[Devlin Parker]

The song closed to a end and Devlin finally gave himself a moment to take the instrument out of playing position and put it on the table. Picking up his cane, he got down from the table where he was sitting, hoping to get a drink or two before going on later. As he looked up, he noticed a boy about the same age as him, he even appeared younger. He seemed to also be an avid fan of music, and he was happy to see someone with common interests such as his. "Thank you! I was just about to take a break..." He looked at him a little inquisitively, wondering if the boy just fancied a chat or wanted to play some guitar of his own.